Vulnerable

The greenhouse was muggy warm as he sat on the floor after she had gone to her room. However, he wrapped his arms around himself. He had to hold himself together, you know. His heart felt like shards of glass trying to cut their way out of his chest. Who would has thought the sweet little redhead would be the one breaking hearts? But after the way she had looked at him as he said all those things, maybe she hadn't meant to.

Still. That didn't change anything.

He hadn't meant to be born as Valentines son, but that didn't make it better.

He tighted his arms and waited for the night to end.