"He's gone."
Your voice sounds sharp, aggressive, unforgiving, nothing like the smooth velvet when you sing.
The younger male simply nodds, clutching his blanket tighter, to its dreams, hopes and past memories.
"You're pathetic, you know?!"
Although this time you're not sure anymore if you're still talking to him or to yourself.
You turn around, leave him there and when you think you hear his silent sobbing and faint screaming you wanna run away, leave this all behind you.
And still you find yourself walking to his bed at night, crawling under the blanket, hugging his shaking figure and trying to calm him down despite the throbbing pain in your chest.
Maybe it's not what you both want but it's definitely what you both need.