[His heart jumps at that rush of physical contact, the warmth that is familiar from arms strong enough to lift him and his lousy spirits up.
However, this time is unlike the last. Resentment builds in his chest and he begins to hate himself again, nose curling upwards in disgust at nobody other than his miserable self. Here is a someone who loves him, a good person, better than he deserves, and for some reason all he can focus on is the darkness behind the layers of the clothing, terrifying like the demons in his mind. The poison that is self-hate colors his perceptions and the closet appears longer momentarily, like a corridor, containing all the people and things that made him hate himself in the first place.
Between them stand a few familiar faces. The few who have believed in him, the others he has loved. One is standing right beside him now, physically, and yet he still can't even muster up the courage to answer that question.]
I'm just bein' weird.
[There is a sickness inside of him, one he had hoped love would cure.
The other four have it too, as does their teacher.]
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However, this time is unlike the last. Resentment builds in his chest and he begins to hate himself again, nose curling upwards in disgust at nobody other than his miserable self. Here is a someone who loves him, a good person, better than he deserves, and for some reason all he can focus on is the darkness behind the layers of the clothing, terrifying like the demons in his mind. The poison that is self-hate colors his perceptions and the closet appears longer momentarily, like a corridor, containing all the people and things that made him hate himself in the first place.
Between them stand a few familiar faces. The few who have believed in him, the others he has loved. One is standing right beside him now, physically, and yet he still can't even muster up the courage to answer that question.]
I'm just bein' weird.
[There is a sickness inside of him, one he had hoped love would cure.
The other four have it too, as does their teacher.]
It's not your fault.