Lord give me strength

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Big fan of angst :)

He sighs, burying his head in his hands. He had to say something. There's a lot he wants to say, he just can't figure out how. It takes a minute, but he finally manages to convince himself to text them. When he does get his phone, there's already a notification. He opens the text and for a minute everything stops. He sits back down, trying not to cry. He'd be fine. He just had to text back.

They told the group chat they had asked someone out, then apologized for messaging so early. He smiles at the small sense of familiarity because that was who he had fallen for. He wishes that he'd said something sooner, told them everything. Maybe they could've worked out. It was probably better, he would've been too much to handle anyway. He usually was. 

"I'm happy for you!"