Affliction

I am the earth they are the moon.

I like to look at people that are going through rough times and tell myself that no matter how much it hurts them there isn't much I can do about it. They knew that, I told them that and they still expect something from me. Why should I care if your aunt died? Why should I care if your best friend betrayed you? Why should I care... at all?

"You look awful today." I say to them.

"I've had a rough couple of days." They replied with a blank expression that almost seemed like a mask.

"And? What does that have to do with me" I reply, noticing the wave of hurt that washed over their face.

"Gosh! Why do I tolerate this?" They yelled.

The silence was painfully loud until 'she' came over. I knew 'she' hated me and I was fine with it. 'She' wrapped them in 'her' arms and stared at me in disgust. There was once a time when we had been friends. I can't exactly remember why we aren't anymore... but who cares.

I turned my attention to them. They were trembling slightly in the arms of 'her' and a lone tear trickled down their cheek. As 'she' begins to lead them away, I begin to wonder when she would be back, 1 days, 2 days, maybe 3 if it was really bad . But one thing was for sure, 'they' would always come back. I am the Earth and they are the Moon. Their life revolves around me and no one can tell me otherwise.

They will always come running back, that is just the way it is.