Protecting
“B-Bradie?” Micah stuttered, not hearing the boy or seeing him move for a while now. His expression changed almost immediately as he looked at the faraway look in his friend’s eyes, observing the dull aqua colours that trace out exactly what he is doing at the moment. He is deep into his thoughts, I see. Micah thought, moving away from the boy as he went into his own thoughts, a tired expression coming on his face. This is taking a lot more out of me than I want it to. He thought, feeling the dull ache that ran throughout his body. When I cried to Bradie just before, I felt like I started to genuinely cry in the middle of it all. Many things I have gone through have started to feel a little bit overwhelming, even for me, so … if I am given the chance to cry, I suppose I will take it
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