#fawk u

right. and i'm new?

".....has died." finish it in my ask.

The moment those words were uttered it was like every thing around Milton just came to a stop. Nothing else that person might have said was heard, nothing around him in the room was registered, no noise— nothing. Everything just shattered and fell apart leaving the advisor in a dark room. He never wanted to see this room again, this part of his mind; this was what he saw when he was growing up, this is all he saw and knew for so many years until he met Philip. There was nothing there but blank walls and unbearable silence.

Milton prayed that when he met Philip that this would last, that this new friend would keep the dark corners of his mind away and keep him up. That he did for so long, and now hearing he was dead broke what Philip built in the advisors mind.

He built a safe haven, a place Milton could go to when things were bad, visit those memories and know he was still there to help and comfort— now it was gone, everything was gone. The other male was all he had, he’d sacrificed everything to keep him safe, lost potential friend ships to keep the one important person in his life shielded and happy.

For years he denied it but he was in love with the other, and never dared to speak of it, not even to himself. Whether it was romantical or platonic, he didn’t know, all he knew was that he loved him and he stood by him this entire time. Knowing he would bring upon his own destruction and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Now Milton just sat, not bothering to move and he remained like that for nearly hours, approaching days. Other camp members came into the trailer to see if he was ok, but they could never get a word out of him—  remaining comatose for three days, sitting in Philips chair.