"I was the perfect son, wasn't I?" Sky let out a hollow laugh, his chest rising and falling unevenly. "I got good grades. Everyone liked me. I never caused shame. I tried so hard—so fucking hard—to be someone you could be proud of."
"Sky!" His mother called sharply.
His father's face was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his fists still tightly clenched at his sides.
Sky exhaled shakily, his voice breaking. "I was walking on eggshells my whole life because I always felt like you were embarrassed by me." His eyes burned. His throat ached. "Like you blamed me for being weak. For being too emotional. For crying too much. For not being the son you wanted—"
His mother sucked in a sharp breath, shaking her head. "Sky, stop—"
