I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

Henry had expected a lot of things after his confession to Sterling, but one thing he hadn't expected was complete silence. He was already feeling nervous and uneasy and couldn't even bring his gaze back to rest on his ex-boyfriend's face. The silence was killing him. Did Sterling hate him for not moving on? Did he hate him for finally figuring out what he wanted? Perhaps he was just pissed that NOW he had decided to be true to the relationship. That's what Henry had tried to tell him. He had tried to tell him that he was fully committed to them. But it was that honesty that had somehow pushed Sterling away. So naturally, after this small piece of honesty offered to Sterling, Henry feared that it might push him further away.

However, when Sterling spoke, Henry flinched. Yep, he was pushing him farther and farther away with every ounce of honesty he tried to give. He sighed, his eyes still resting on the floor. How foolish had he been for trusting Raven's advice. He should have just kept his mouth shut and then he might be sharing Sterling's bed instead of forcing himself in the guest room.

Henry was quiet, the warlock's words slicing deep though his heart. Henry had never really been an overly emotional person, but he felt like a little part of him was slowly dying. He wanted to run. He wanted to cry. He wanted nothing more than to break some shit. And yet, there he stood frozen.

When he gestured towards the room telling him that he should get settled or something, Henry just nodded his head. His hearted ached too much to speak. He simply reached down to grab his duffle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the back door, finally letting the frustrated sob leave his lungs. Slowly his body slid to the floor in t heap at the door. Fuck his life.

By the time the sun rose, Henry hadn't slept at all. He laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, tossing and turning all night. By the time the sun was peeking in through the window, Henry got up and dressed, grabbing what he could so he could go to the DMV. He left the door open when he left, the small plant pendant resting softly next to a picture of the two of them.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again