![]() ![]() And his mother, what will she think? He has to tell her, before it’s too late, but a wave of fear washes over him. It’s surely only a matter of time before everyone finds out. And now when he faces the mirror, he doesn’t recognise the man looking back at him.Ī chill black dread is compressing his heart and is making it hard for him to breathe. He was so so embarrassed – his shame was so deep and his pain was so great that he couldn’t face anyone. ![]() He’s tried to reason it all in his head, to tell himself that there was no other way, that either all was lost, or he had to try to do something. But his eyes feel salted and his head throbs. He needs to think – he’s running out of time. ![]() Lying on his bed, he stares through the rotating blades of the ceiling fan which only serve to stir the close warm air of his room. He’s been awake half the night trying to figure out what to do. ![]()
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