I AM THE EYES

JET FUEL

will sat on his bed, almost dead. not quite there, but rather close.
he had made the most stupid decision in his life. he told stephen that he needed a break.
he didn't want it. it was a late thursday night and he was angry, it was such a stupid mistake.
it's been weeks now, and will hadn't made any progress. he thought maybe it could work out but it didn't.
it didn't at all.
so fucking stupid.
and he knew stephen had moved on.
he had nothing left.
will huffed out pity remorse, with that horrible feeling at the pit of his stomach. the one you never want but is always there when you're stupid like him.
stupid like me.
will was coiled up, all defences down, his room illuminated with blue LED's, not as bright as the burning internal anger he had against himself.
here he was, sat, locked in his own cage when stephen was out there, smiling much more than he was.
he loved him.
he still does.
and it's all his fault for this.
he misses the late night talks, all the texts and conversations they'd have.
he misses him so fucking much.

will had a blade next to his palm.
he looked at the bed sheet, then the blade, back to the sheet.

who fucking cares, it's not like stephens there to stop him. it's not like you're there to stop me.