Picture Perfect Night Sky

42 ¦ Jacob Pierce

Noah was right, it's getting dark in the sky. Even though the dark sky above us is marvelous, the feeling of anxiousness about Margaret's sudden change of mood won't fade out of my system. There's just something about the way she cries, she seems to be fighting the tears from leaking out of her eyes. I'm not an emotional health expert, but I know for a fact that fighting back the tears are very unhealthy for a person's emotional state. The fact that of all people that'll be doing that unhealthy habit, I didn't expect for Margaret to be the one who force herself to sound okay. I always thought she's strong in every human state, but I guess emotional isn't one where she's strong.

I pull her gently near the edge of the rooftop, "Careful, make sure you don't fall." I guide her slowly until she sits down by the edge of the roof. "If you fall, that will be a long fall." We've climbed a 10-story dormitory, it really is a long fall. Once she sat down, I take the asexual flag on her hand and wrap it all around her back. It can really act as a comfort blanket, I say in my mind.

Glancing at her nervous face, wiping away a tear that just flows out of her eyes. I try my best to keep quiet, and waiting for her to start speaking. Patience is a key to help someone out, if you don't have a good patience, then comforting a person is not for you. So, we just sit here, dead silent. Funny thing is, the silence is quite comfortable, so that's a plus in my book. I give Margaret a quick glance, she seems to be staring intently up in the dark sky. I couldn't help but smile at her dedication to the night sky, even though there's something inside that's destroying her emotions, her appreciation at the dark sky is strong.

She finally lets out a deep breath and sigh, "I hate my father."

Again, I didn't expect her to have father issues. "Why though?"

"Well, where should I even start?" She has her eyes glued strong on the moon that just rise on the sky. "I mean, I just can't put it in words. I don't know how to describe it, or even tell you. It's not like I'm scared for your validation, it's really hard to explain." She stutters at every word, her will for not crying is slowly breaking, and the tears starts to flow down in a fast rate.

I try my best to wipe every tear that's flowing down on her cheeks. "Hey," I pat her back to make her calm down a bit. "You don't have to force the right words out of you, you can just blurt out your thoughts instead of stressing yourself even more by thinking of the right words to say, okay?"

"Every time, when it's my birthday, my father seems to celebrate with drinking." She sighs, resting her hands on her lap. Her eyes still glued on the heaven above.

Confusion begins to form on my face, "What's wrong with that?"

She lets out another sigh of shaky breathy, "One time when my father was drunk, it was when I was younger. He was so angry at me, he started to shout. Then there's my young self, couldn't handle someone shouting at me, so I ran to my room and cried myself to sleep."

I feel slightly guilty, since I too drink alcohol. "Why was he angry at you?"

She forces a chuckle out of her mouth, "I actually can't remember, all I remember is I spent my whole night crying until I fell asleep."

"Well, I think letting yourself cry that day was the healthiest thing you could do in that situation." I give her a warm smile, "It was good that you let your emotions flow out."

The corner of her lips perks up slightly, "Yeah, but I hated myself that day because of how fucking sensitive I am."

"At least in the present day, you're as hard as stone." She gives me a death glare that made me lift my hands in surrender. "Don't push me off, please."

She chuckles softly, finally her laughter is back. "Have I told you that I once played a piano?"

"Wait, really?" Three unexpected things from this girl in one day. She doesn't really live on other people's expectations of her, well, that's cute. A person who doesn't care about another people's insight. I love it.