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⠀⠀⠀⠀he pauses there. ‘i would、’ he was about to say. but the thing is … he’d still probably choose not to.
〝 … i really shouldn’t、ma. you’ll like it more if i just stay here. 〞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀michael’s gaze awkwardly says forward—staring into nothing in front of him. the feeling of the cushions bending when val takes a seat makes him glance over to her shortly、though still too tense to actually give much of a response.
now he looks down
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michael to make some friends that’ll get him out of the house and in turn, away from william enough that he doesn’t sponge up more of that awful personality of his.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀she continues speaking. she’s trying—and he can’t see that.
〝 … i don’t get it、〞he mutters. 〝 that doesn’t sound like my situation at all. it wasn’t your fault that stuff happened …
… I don’t think I should go. if i could、i … 〞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀an awkward、fake smile twitches at the corner of his mouth、and he sits himself back as she continues talking.
〝 … no thanks. 〞is all he says. that same monotone voice he’s carried since the murder of his brother. it’s grating、to say the least.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀in an unfortunate turn of events、michael would find himself in a very similar boat as his mother. although it’s clear that his misery is self-inflicted、he has some of his father’s narcissism that he can’t push out no matter how aware he claims to be.
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over the years, hate is one thing valentina had grown to embrace.
she hated every aspect of life ; she hated waking up in the mornings and rushing around to get the kids ready for school and seeing an empty seat where evan used to sit, and she hates the guilt she +
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⠀⠀⠀⠀michael finds himself all alone. through his clouded lens、his poor mother tries and tries—yet、he can’t see it. or maybe、he refuses to.
he jumps up from laying on the couch when her patience is lost、just blinking at her like a deer in headlights.
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