You pull her into a hug, one she clearly needs.
she’s proud of every tiny little success. you’re doing something that would break so many other people. and you’re thriving.
And speaking of closed doors…
i never really thought about what i’d do with my life. then sburb came along and closed all of the doors. yes, all of them. maybe i’ll have another shot when we win…
More like if we win.

You’re driven further into a desperate tone of voice by his attempts to mollify. Does nothing go right in this exchange?
Is anyone really broken by this, or is that just what they tell everyone so people can feel good about themselves?
To go further, am I really not broken, John? Is this not me breaking to pieces right in front of you?
I’m just a high school student. That’s not really an impressive feat.
Then you just feel shitty when John talks about what Sburb’s done to him.
And now I’m simply being egotistical. I’m sitting here complaining about the things lost to me, and you’re consoling me even though you’ve lost so much more…
I hope you win soon, John…I really do.
Goodbye, John. You give a small wave and promise to practice for him. It was nice getting to spend time with him. You...
so, i guess i’ll see you later. you better get better with that piano! You make your way over to the front door. It’s...