As Sixer look up at me slowly, all I can feel for him, in that moment, is compassion and love. He looks away from me and puts his face into his hands, sobbing again. My heart yearns and breaks for him.. Cal comes closer to me and whispers,
"I-I honestly don't know what to do." she says in a quiet voice, sniffling.
i sigh and look around,
"we'll first, we probably should get inside somewhere...." I say.
its getting lighter outside as the sun makes its way up in the sky. I'm about to suggest that we go all go back to the boxcar when suddenly I remember Cass. She's still at my house. And probably furious.
Sixer wipes his face and avoids looking at me as much as he can. He starts to get up and I instantly try to help him. He waves me off,
"it's okay, I got it. " he says. I nod and get up as well with Cal. I turn back to Sixer.
"Why didnt you tell me about the nightmares? I could've -"
could've what? I ask myself. You can't even take care of yourself. I look down without finishing the sentence. He's looking at me now. But with confusion plastered on his face this time,
"you could've what? Helped me?" he asks a bit loudly. As if repeating my bitter thoughts back to me.
Cal moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He seems to calm down at that.
i stare at him blankly,
"I don't know what i would've done. But yes, I'd do anything to help you." I turn to Cal,
"And you to Cal." I add.
(I'd write more but I'm falling asleep haha)