“Can’t” His voice broke. “Can’t do this anymore.”
Genniveve: She moved slowly, sitting on the floor by his bed. “You’re safe, Sprout.”
He let out a choked laugh—sharp, bitter. no
“They hated me.” His voice cracked. “They knew—I didn’t even say anything, but they knew. And they—they hurt me for it.” Sprout buried his face in his sleeves. “I tried so hard to be what they wanted. But it didn’t matter.” His breath hitched. “It never mattered.”
Comments
0No comments yet.