"Hi, Zeno, can I come in?" Ken peeked his head into the door, looking at Zeno, who was sitting by the edge of the bed, topless.
Zeno raised his head to look at Ken and slowly nodded.
Tears were in his eyes, but at that point, he didn't care to hide it from the boy anymore; he was hurting so much that his protective walls had fallen, and he could not pretend to be strong anymore, but he wasn't.
He let him cry because he loved the boy so much, and this might just be the last time he saw him again. His father hurt him; he loved his father, but the man hurt him more than anything ever could.
If Zeno wanted to be brutally honest with himself, he'd tell the word that he was tired of leaving; maybe meeting his parents would be the best for him. He never knew there was a kind of love that could make one lose interest in life if he lost that love; Sebastian was that love for him and now that he'd finally lost him, he'd lost his will to live, too.
