He'll be fine. He feels like the whole world is crushing in on him, like he has nowhere to go, and hell, maybe half of that is true. Maybe no one has opened their arms to him the way I have. Maybe he hasn't noticed them. But either way, he feels like he has nothing. Like he has no one. Not even his father. Not even me. But he'll be fine. how? how do i know he'll be fine? Because he deserves it. Because he is strong and he is beautiful. And I just hope that one days he sees just how beautiful he is, before he tries to turn himself into something that isn't. I don't know what the future holds for him. I don't know what fate will befall either of us. I just hope he's OK.