cultmentality
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Dagan Iman.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” he said weakly. Dagan had shut his eyes drowsily. The frustration had bubbled up within him, eyes still shut. Squeezing them tighter to prevent himself from crying. “I don’t know what you want from me anymore. I get that you’re upset I just- he helped me. A lot.” He didn’t want to tell the other there was a new underlyinf fear. He was simply so horribly afraid that there would be greater problems. “I’m not- Ronan! I’m not unhappy with my situation! You’re making me second guess things. That’s all!” He felt his hands shaking as he stared at the other.
“He took care of me. I- it was nice to have someone care. I didn’t talk to anyone but him until now. I don’t want to go back out there and have a million questions.” He hid his head in his heads, closing his eyes tightly. There was certainly an underlying fear of his issues. He didn’t want to talk to people anymore. He could feel tears welling in his eyes. “I just don’t- I don’t wanna have everything fall apart. It’s safer to not acknowledge any of that. I think it is anyway…”
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