[Asher's lungs draw in a little too much air; he wants to stop himself, to breathe.
Crying is a coping mechanism of his, although he'd much rather be alone when doing it. This is what happens when you pretend that everything is okay, when you ignore the blisters on your feet and the way your chest aches, all in favor of keeping a smile on your face.
Miles isn't being particularly judgmental though, which is much appreciated.]
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Crying is a coping mechanism of his, although he'd much rather be alone when doing it. This is what happens when you pretend that everything is okay, when you ignore the blisters on your feet and the way your chest aches, all in favor of keeping a smile on your face.
Miles isn't being particularly judgmental though, which is much appreciated.]
I thought I was getting better.
[At fighting?
Or at being a good person?]
Please don't tell anyone.