
maybe she was right that he wasn’t a mistake. on the other hand, that was all he’d been told for as long as he could remember; a mistake that shouldn’t have happened nor existed. still, it was rare that anyone ever told him he wasn’t one – was he really? he didn’t know.
‘you say that as if it means anything; i have to deal with reality.’ the one where he’d never truly belong anywhere. the reality where all he did was for nothing and that he’d always be unwanted. if not by her… by himself.
‘-and that is that no matter what i do; no matter how much i try.’ his voice raised slightly; hands forming into fists. ‘i’ll never get anywhere!’














