god, please don’t cry.
i hate it when you cry. i hate it when i’m not there to do anything about you crying. he’s sick and i hate that i can’t do anything to help there, either. i mean, what could i do? there’s not much. he’s in the hospital. there’s not much i could do. i know that.
but you’re crying.
and if i was there, at least i could hold your hand.
i can’t even do that. please don’t cry.













