The boy crumples under the weight of his worries. He sprawls himself across the floor and stares blankly at the ceiling. He’s frowning, breathing slow deep breaths. The ground beneath him is cool and comforting. Solid. So different from the quicksand he had been standing in lately. He wished for nothing more than the feeling of emptiness to leave his chest.
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