He talked to me.
A start, though not very much. Still. I know he won't open up easily, and after that smile, he's rebuilt his walls pretty fast. But at least I talked to him. I repeat it over and over: He talked to me, he talked to me, Phil talked to me. It gives me some sort of comfort, but I can't shake how dark he seemed. What on earth has he experienced? He said something about him dying...what could have happened? I know, somehow know that whatever happened to him caused this broken-no, shattered-heart.
And I'm determined to find out.
After Art, I head with Chris and PJ to Chemistry, mind still reeling. He would be a lot better if he just let down his walls. His heart doesn't matter. I will try-I will-fix it. Besides, Ethan acted fine, even though he had a few cracks. Perhaps it's just people treating him differently, horribly, because of his heart. And that's given him these walls. Or maybe it's whatever happened? I would guess both, but I know nothing of what he was like before I met him. All I know is that someone did something to him-something so horrible his heart shattered-and he's never been the same. I've got to find out what happened. I'll-
My thoughts are interrupted by PJ tapping my head. "Anyone in there?"
"Yeah," I mumble softly, still deep in thought.
"You know, at this rate we're thinking you like someone," he teases, and I slap him playfully on the shoulder. "Shut up."
Because there's no way I could ever like this boy. The one with all his walls and all his cracks. The one who won't open up enough to even say hello to me.
Not if I can do something to fix him first.