||*ALLISON*||
Of all the things I expected to wake up to, the sight of Aloysius by my bedside crying while holding my hand was the least of my expectations. The last time I saw him cry was when they were eleven, those nights when Alexius had his reoccurring nightmares. I can also say that was the last time I saw my little boy in him.
Something changed about him. I was too slow to notice when the change started, and by the time I realized everything I did to try reaching for my boy all seemed futile. He became closed off, and no matter how much I try, I just can't seem to get it right with him. And most days I've wondered if I've not been doing enough for him, yet I try. I kept trying, but the more I tried the more he slipped away from my grasp.
Waking up to the sight of him, distraught
