The way I stopped breathing at that panel of him, with his tiny, terrified and trembling hands, without even registering what has happened to him, slapping those emotions in, pulling at his beat face to not let anything spill, to sheath it with that damn smile of his that has consistently lingered,, no latched to his adulthood. Perhaps that was the only way to "cope"and protect himself, because even a single tear would erupt everything he's trying to hold in and hide. My poor child
The way I stopped breathing at that panel of him, with his tiny, terrified and trembling hands, without even registering what has happened to him, slapping those emotions in, pulling at his beat face to not let anything spill, to sheath it with that damn smile of his that has consistently lingered,, no latched to his adulthood. Perhaps that was the only way to "cope"and protect himself, because even a single tear would erupt everything he's trying to hold in and hide. My poor child