Alderic POV (COMMENT YOUR REVIEWS PLEASE)
That evening after the session, William behaved like he hadn't cried in my office for minutes. He behaved like he hadn't told me how every minute he yearns for death. He seemed too calm for my liking. This boy was an expert at hiding his emotions. Masking them like a professional.
At times he scared me. What if he bottles up so much inside him that he can't bear it? What if our love isn't enough to make him stay? He finds solace in hurting himself. What if, one day, he goes too far and we only find his corpse? Cold and lifeless?
The fear was as old as the rusty stairs in my old house. The fear made me claw my own face. But then, sometimes I think our love can make him overcome every pain and fear. But is love, alone, enough? I don't know.
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