[Sunny was awful with communicating, afraid of saying sorry, afraid of losing everything because…
He always made mistakes. And they were always the worst mistake to be made.
Kel had been unsure in approaching him ever since their talk. That had to mean he didn’t want to be friends, right? For as friendly as Kel was, it made his lack of presence something even more obvious (and by now, Sunny would have turned back to pleasant daydreams, if he could, if only to salve the hurt).
Frieda is giving him so many options, things he couldn’t think about otherwise, which is good but… his throat tightens again, even though he isn’t speaking. He’s scared. Scared she will come to hate him too.
Two written words in response to all of her gentle questions.]
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He always made mistakes. And they were always the worst mistake to be made.
Kel had been unsure in approaching him ever since their talk. That had to mean he didn’t want to be friends, right? For as friendly as Kel was, it made his lack of presence something even more obvious (and by now, Sunny would have turned back to pleasant daydreams, if he could, if only to salve the hurt).
Frieda is giving him so many options, things he couldn’t think about otherwise, which is good but… his throat tightens again, even though he isn’t speaking. He’s scared. Scared she will come to hate him too.
Two written words in response to all of her gentle questions.]
He knows