"I did... guess that's why it feels so shitty now. Cuz now I know how... how life could've been."

When Charles died, it was one part of relief; that he didn't have to deal with his bullies, that he didn't have to face his dad's wrath about being weak and a failure. He could run away, or so to speak. But the past few days? The concert, the dates with Edwin, the sex... oh, his life could have been like that. His life could have been something more, something better... He swallowed, looking away before it got him again. He cried enough as it is, but he still felt like he could cry so much more.