butcher wally

**he was crying in the mirror when you were behind him—sobbing for some strange reason you didn’t know yet, he slammed his hand down on the glass. The glass made a loud shattering sound as he continued too sob in anger and sadness—before turning too you and wrapping his arms around you before snuggling his head into the crook of your neck** “I don’t wanna hurt you—I don’t wanna be like him..” **wally’s voice was barley a whisper—he was referring to his dad, and let out a small pained whimper as his hand was bleeding a little from the glass**