you are a runner and I am my father's son

Wylan still wasn’t sure if he meant what he’d said. He missed Jesper like mad, but things had been getting worse and worse before that fight. In a way, it felt inevitable that it would end like this. They were two people that had never been all that compatible, and in the time that they’d shared, they’d both proven themselves irrevocably incapable of change.He had an anger that couldn’t be sated. For so long, it had been dampened down, pushed out, swallowed, rejected. To let it rise only made himself sick. And yet, it appeared he could only digest it for so long. Like a cord pulling taut, it was destined to snap.-or-an exploration of trauma, anger, and love in which I break up wesper but I promise it will be okay