[The topic of his sister was such a strange thing to him - polarizing, fine one minute and triggering the next. This was only doubled by the fact that she was… well… dead but present, in a way that none of Sunny’s previous dreams and hallucinations had been like before.
She still loved him. She shouldn’t. It was all his fault. And yet some part of him, deep down, still craved for the days that they spent together.
It had been a mistake. It was still his fault.
That soft touch, as well as Kel’s gentle tone, had the way Sunny froze slowly start to unravel. If Kel tried to move Sunny’s hands, the teen would let him - the expression underneath a mixture of something vulnerable and scared.
He was scared, if he allowed himself to name the feeling. The idea that he could be alone here, if people found out how horrible he really was (if he would be truly alone here, as even the friends inside his head weren’t paying him visits) was terrifying.
It was ok to be loved? To love? Sunny didn’t deserve that though. He couldn’t shake his head, didn’t want to go so far as to physically deny it - that would raise questions, wouldn’t it? Questions he had no idea how to answer - so he remained silent, his gaze shifting every so often, still filled with that fear.]
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Date: 2025-05-09 02:42 pm (UTC)She still loved him. She shouldn’t. It was all his fault. And yet some part of him, deep down, still craved for the days that they spent together.
It had been a mistake. It was still his fault.
That soft touch, as well as Kel’s gentle tone, had the way Sunny froze slowly start to unravel. If Kel tried to move Sunny’s hands, the teen would let him - the expression underneath a mixture of something vulnerable and scared.
He was scared, if he allowed himself to name the feeling. The idea that he could be alone here, if people found out how horrible he really was (if he would be truly alone here, as even the friends inside his head weren’t paying him visits) was terrifying.
It was ok to be loved? To love? Sunny didn’t deserve that though. He couldn’t shake his head, didn’t want to go so far as to physically deny it - that would raise questions, wouldn’t it? Questions he had no idea how to answer - so he remained silent, his gaze shifting every so often, still filled with that fear.]