Len sat peacefully at his desk. He was somewhat leaning back from the chair he was in; not bothering to remember that his sister constantly yells as him for doing so. His gaze was directed to outside the window. He wasn't staring at anything in particular, nor was he even looking for anything outside. He only liked having the sense that he was outside, but he was too lazy to actually go out there himself.

Might as well imagine something right?

Len sighed and leaned forward so that his chair would make the occasional thud as it finally went back into place. He sat up and stretched in place because his body felt tense for some odd reason.

The boy just stood there for a few seconds. He didn't know what he should do. Should he really check his phone?

No

There would be nothing there for him. There never is.

He awkwardly stood in place as he shifted his weight on each foot after every few seconds. You could even say that it looked like he had to go to the restroom even though he didn't really want or have to.

Finally, after a few moments of contemplation, his curiosity got the better of him and he finally picked up his phone and checked for messages.

Nothing

There was no real facial expression on his face. His gut knew that he didn't get any messages, but his heart really just wanted something, anything from his beloved.

Len carefully set his phone back down on the table as he looked slightly more disappointed and irritated that before. He covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly into them before letting his head fall onto the table making a loud sound. It hurt, but nothing could really hurt more than the pain he was feeling in his chest.

He'd be lying if he didn't say that he was hurt. He knew that his significant other was ignoring him and wouldn't care about how he felt. There was no way that Len would give in and actually let the other feel the glorification with the fact that Len came back to 'em.

Len was tired. He was tired of having to go back. He was tired of having to apologize for things that weren't his fault. But most of all, he was tired that his significant other couldn't realize just how much his actions hurt Len. He wouldn't even dare admit that he's wrong. Everything was Lens fault even if Len had nothing to do with it, or even if he knew nothing about the matter. Somehow, it would always be Lens fault.

Len lazily went to the couch and let himself fall onto it. His body sunk into the furniture for a few seconds before it accustomed to his body.

He was trying to not cry. Why would he? He knew this was going to happen, and yet he still decided to go for it.

It would be Lens fault right? He deserves all the pain?

That's what he thinks anyways. He just wanted to feel loved and accepted by the other. He wanted to be their number one priority, but apparently he wasn't. It hurt. It hurt when he was replaced or when his significant other talked to someone else, becasue he lost that person before, and he wasn't about to let it happen again.

But

That same fear is what drove the other away, and he hates himself so much for it.

He doesn't really have any options left except to move on with his life. He's heartbroken, but he's not going to go crawling back to the other. He wants them to make the effort to fix things with him and come back first. He'll wait patiently, but he's not going to wait long.

He's tired.

He's broken.

He's done.

He'll always want to make things right

And that's what's always getting him hurt...