He trembles, wanting to run away and go brood for awhile, rebuild his walls of delusion and fantasy... because the foggy possibly far past is certainly more agreeable then the now.
"What if I want be someone else, huh?!" he snaps, only to jerk as if slapped by the shock of his own words, hand coming to his mouth-trying to take them back now that they're out.
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"What if I want be someone else, huh?!" he snaps, only to jerk as if slapped by the shock of his own words, hand coming to his mouth-trying to take them back now that they're out.