Habit; 32

Sometimes, well, sometimes, he would like to scream. And not just scream a little, no, he would like to scream away the past few years of his life, or, better, all of them. He will not scream, of course; he will never scream. He will never make a noise. Grace under pressure.

And he is too world-weary to think it will do anything for him to cry out. There is no one to help him. Who's to say that he wants a saviour anyway? No, he is too adult for heroes. It's cold comfort to be an adult in adolescence.