Always and Forever // H.S.

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No Perspective

There are crucial times in life when you make friendship's that at first seemed completely impossible but as time goes on, sometimes quicker than you expected, they become friendship's you feel that you simply cannot live without anymore.

It's crazy what can happen between two strangers who never even knew they each existed.

Living their lives, daily struggles always gnawing at their minds, keeping them awake at the same time's. Both of them feeling like they were the only ones in the world who felt this way. They couldn't believe they were the only ones who were lonely with no one to go to, with nobody to call, they wishing that they were somewhere else because this dreary town made them feel so small. Even though it's filled with a million people, they could scream without a single sound and no one would notice.

Talking to comforting voices in their heads because at least they listen, unlike the fucked up society we live in which consists of humans. Incompassionate, cold-hearted humans who seem to have no sympathy whatsoever for other humans who live in actual hell daily.

Those who live in hell daily are usually the quiet ones. Being a quiet one has its safe points but also its risks.

One of the risks of being quiet is that the other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You're bored. You're depressed. You're shy. You're stuck up. You're judge-mental.

When others can't read us, they write their own story- not always one we choose or that's true to who we are.

YThen there are other times in life when those two strangers get lost inside their own heads thinking about how they each can't be the only ones who feel this way. That there's gotta be somebody out there, somebody somewhere who needs company just like them. They wonder every day if there's anyone else out there in this stupid world who feels exactly the same way they do- lonely..

Because they can't be the only right?

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September 4th, 2017
(around 8pm)

Danielle Scott

I'm about to grab the door handle as Harry stops the car, but he reaches over and prevents me from going through with it.

Harry is already looking at me when I turn my head towards him. He's looking me in the eyes and opens his mouth to say something, right hand over my own on the handle, to stop me from leaving.

"Hey.. I had a wonderful time with you today.. which is why I want you to know.. that you don't have to keep your guard up with me.. I can tell you're far from being okay.. and I will never judge you for that.. I just-I want you to know that.." Keeping his warm hand over mine, he softly whispers, his words unnoticeable as they disappear within the thin air. "No fuck that.. I need you to know that.." He corrects breathing shakily trying to get some point across to me.

Starting to feel uncomfortable with even the tiniest bit of vulnerability at this moment, I look away from his intense stare and nervously gulp at the fact that he's trying to see through me.

No. He won't get to do that. I won't let him anymore. I should stay away from him right?

The only sound being that of the rain that was harshly pitter-pattering against the windows in a rhythmic melody. The skies dark all around us. Remaining silent, I look back up at him for a few seconds before deciding to speak up.