SiennaI barely slept.Jaxon didn’t want to talk anymore that night. He didn’t even want to be touched at first. When I followed him upstairs, he whispered, “I need space. Just tonight.”So I gave him space.I sat in the corner of his room while he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with dead, empty eyes. I didn’t speak until he whispered, sometime around 3 a.m., barely loud enough for me to hear:“Please don’t leave.”So I crawled onto his bed quietly, lying beside him without touching him, just close enough for him to feel I was there. Eventually, he drifted off, exhausted from crying.And I stayed awake, watching him breathe.Because how could I sleep when the person I loved was breaking?The next morning.The house felt too bright, too loud, too normal for what had happened.I was downstairs helping set the table when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Jaxon appeared at the bottom, hair messy, eyes swollen, walking slowly like the world was too heavy.He tried to smile.It didn’t
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