Zerrin chewed his lip a moment before shifting to hover on the balls of his feet, scribbling out another note in his frustration. He could feel the tears in his eyes and he blinked them back furiously, using a little spellwork to help him write it all out a lot quicker.
Gregory, I understand. I get that things must feel hard. I understand more than you think, I bet. My birth father never gave a damn, he never bothered with me. I spent years, years all alone, my mother working two, sometimes three jobs to exhaustion. Then she met Fraser and Graeme and suddenly it wasn't just us, but the more and more babies they have the more left out I feel. Graeme is a good man but I'm not his son- I'm only half related to most of my siblings, and not to Fraser at all. And look at him- Fraser is SO successful, doing so well, and I can't even get a single friend that I can take home on holidays or get to willingly sit with me at lunch. I wanted to be brothers with the entire dorm and most of the time it feels like I chase after them just as much as I chase after you. You're alone because you choose to be- I'm alone because no matter how hard I try I'm always on the outside. I am beyond frustrated with you, with this school, with my life, but I can't give up. My mom needs me to keep going, I have all these little kids that need me to be a good example. I can't not be okay. God, I wish you would try to be friends- even if only to amuse me. The problem has never been that I don't want to try, or I won't let you. The problem is that you won't let me in. The better question, Gregory, is if YOU are going to let yourself try.