I composed myself in the next few seconds and went outside the washroom.
He was sitting on the corner of the bed and looked towards me. Not in a way of checking me out but as a way of looking for some sort of comfort.
he had already worn a t-shirt and shorts. The look on his face said the turmoil he was feeling inside is still there. I could not help but go towards him.
I sat next to him. I know the way he dealt with the pain was wrong but by this point I also know the pain he was feeling at that time and he is feeling now is as real as me and him or anyone else.
I have never seen Liam more vulnerable than this moment. Like he had let go of all the pressure and now he is broken. He wants someone to pick them up for him.
I know we are not together and we never will be, given the hist
