Chapter56

#Chapter56

Joel's P.O.V

The worst part about falling to pieces was that people were capable of doing it so very quietly.

My little tornado, my whirlwind boy, he was crumbling from the inside out; to somebody who didn't know him, they would have never known.

But I did know him. I knew every part of him. I knew his fears and, despite them being the most bizarre thing I had ever heard, I knew his dreams.

I knew that the quiet, soft-spoken boy before me was my doing; he had trusted me with his innocence. He had placed his trust in me, deeming me fit to keep it— him— safe. I had failed him.

My whirlwind boy, he sat the stillest that I had ever seen him. My sunshine boy, his shine had dulled.

All I knew, if nothing else, was that I had to fix this.

He had accepted my hug. My shirt was dampened by his tears, but whatever was broken between us, it still remained.