six january
one : oh-nine a.m.

"i wish that you lived next door. we could share a tree house. and lean out our bedroom windows and talk at night when we couldn't sleep."

"i'd like that."

and he seemed so happy, just then. so back to normal. yeah. right.

it hurts so much when he is like this. more than if it were myself. more than if it were you, or you, or you.

my throat tenses up. i can't breathe. i can't move. it hurts so much.