trappedinthedark
❛ h-hey-- hey, it’s.. it’s okay. ❜
[ his voice tremors as though with each tear that drips down her cheek-- he hasn’t an idea about why she’s crying, not that he needs one. he just feels the need to help her in any way he can-- even if that requires him having to shift all of his weight onto one of his two crutches while he places a gentle hand on her shoulder. ]
❛ i-it’s okay... ❜








