Chapter 10

But he’s not here, is he? It’s late and dark, and some little voice inside tells me I’m not who I think I am. I’m not real. Here, without him, I’m just a little boy struggling to grow into whoever it is everyone else wants me to be, and I’m scared. I want him here with me, right now. I don’t want to share him with anyone else; I don’t want him out at the club. Drinking.

I hate when he drinks. He forgets who he is, who Iam, and he becomes someone else. Someone petty, someone mean. Someone who forgets he loves me. And I have to tell myself that, in the morning, he’ll remember. I cry myself to sleep and pray he remembers.

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This is the way the world ends…