I was back in my body. But it all felt so real. I felt the way my temperature had risen, the stinging sensation of the explosion, and now the only evidence that I had done something was the sweat that trickled down my face.
Was this the pain he carried all alone all these years? It made me sad and made me want to cry. I had been that same way, and I remembered the amount of times I had cried myself to sleep, trying to forget it all, but they always ended up coming back, the way they hurt and made me tremble. But after being ridiculed for crying… I just hated it. I hated myself for crying and being weak every time, yet I couldn't stop who I was.
I wanted to hug Ryker so bad, tell him he wasn't alone, but my body wouldn't stop shaking.
