austin 1

i don't think that anything will ever hurt as much as seeing you cry. because you don't cry, no. he breathes in deep, quivering breaths. his eyes drop to his always clean castellano oxfords. his wide hands shake while rubbing at his mouth, and his skinny fingers tweak at each other uncomfortably. theyre not loud, gut retching sobs. because hes done that enough. shes hurt him enough, and I don't want to be another one to let him suffer through a broken heart alone.