Whether it was the drugs, the alcohol, or the crushing weight of his failures to cause it—Anthony cried. He curled up in front of his door with his knee pulled to his chest and his head in his hands, and he just sobbed. His entire body shook with it. His shoulders trembled. His breath seized. Everything came crashing down, all at once, and he couldn’t breathe. Just sob. Gasp. Everything was broken, horrid, and falling apart right in front of him. He was letting it. That was the worst part: he was letting it.
Anthony could barely manage to work his phone out of his pocket, but he did. He would have never done this under normal circumstances, but he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t think. All he knew was that he was gasping for breath, and his shirt was damp with his pathetic
