I don't want to talk about it, just want to fall to pieces

She stayed curled around him while he cried and sobbed and apologized over and over. Again and again Bowen tried to shush Emile quietly but he was too lost in whatever sea of emotions that he was feeling to even hear her. That wasn't working at all, so Bowen tried something a little different. "Emile!" She spoke his name sharply, giving the inconsolable boy a squeeze. Once that she felt like her voice may have cut through his manic moment, her voice softened. "Stop apologizing. Just tell me what's wrong."

Once upon a time, they had been friends. Until today, she thought that they were still friends. His reaction to her, or lack thereof, had made her believe otherwise. However, his reaction to her departure proved that he still felt something for her. So what was the problem? Bowen hadn't spoken to anyone in regards to the striped boy. She didn't know what he was going through just like he didn't know what she was going through. It had been her intent to catch up with him when she'd approached him, but the whole situation had gone south. Now she just needed him to calm down enough to explain himself and the outburst that he was having.

"Bowen"