A pained gasp left the boy as he felt himself shake, hugging his knees to his chest and his head burried into the knees. He couldn't fight the tears that rolled down his cheeks as his body shook, the disappointment washed over his body. He messed up, not once but twice in a row. What was he even doing here if he was just going to keep messing up over and over again.

Did he even deserve to be here when there are others who tried harder than him and done better than him? He was anyways so what did it really matter?

and it's not like he could talk about his insecurities with everyone not when he put on the act that he didn't care. Which is why he came here alone on a place that he knew nobody would come to.