•❅──✧❅Sebastian’s P.O.V.❅✧──❅•
Her silver eyes held my stare, her hand pressed against my chest. I wonder if she could feel it. If she could feel how panicked I was not knowing what to do. She was right though. If we start making excuses for our pain then we’re no better than the people who caused us pain.
I didn’t say those things to hurt Malcolm. But as I packed some clothes I kept thinking about how things were different for him than they were for me. And then there was this voice that wasn’t there before that encouraged it. Asking me why he’s always cheerful. Why did he never deal with any of the issues I had to face?
It wasn’t until I got to one of the spare rooms to rest my head that I was reminded that I loved Malcolm’s sunshine. Being sad, and guilty is draining. It takes some
