“Mike doesn’t understand how Will can look so hurt while hurting him.”
PAIN
“But he can’t tell them. How could he explain that he’s grieving a living person?”
MORE PAIN
“How could we be friends? After everything?”
EVEN MORE PAIN
“I gave years and you gave years/ and we're still waiting/ paying in bits of who we could have been.”
EXCRUCIATING
“Who am I, to you? Who are you to me?”
DEVASTATING
seriously. i’m going to scream. i’m going to cry. please, this is too much heartache. byler authors, you are killing me.















