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"All I wanted was a ear to hear,
But, all i ever got was the pain I couldn't bear.
I believed you, I trusted you,
I put myself in your shoes and,
Tried to see the world,
But you failed to do the same.
All I did was to be unders...
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"Bruce, it isn't going to help when you famish yourself." I stated in a low voice, but loud enough for him to hear.
Dad isn't home yet, so I was the one who cooked dinner. Bruce hasn't eaten lunch nor dinner after his encounter with Brit- his ex-girlfriend. Thatfucking bitch.
"Get the fuck lost, and fucking stop banging my damn door!" he barks at me in a voice that seems like he has been crying for hours. Plus, he never used to curse at me.
He sounds so shattered. I can't see him in this state. I want to be there for him, just like he did all these years.
Exhaling, I went to my room to find an extra key to his room that dad gave me. He also gave Bruce an extra key for my room too. Weird, but it's useful now.
Bruce's door slightly squeaked open, and the image in front of me nearly made me whimper.
He was lying on his left side of the bed, he had bought his knees up till his chest and wrapped his arms around them. I could hear his silent but deep sobs, as if he was trying hard to breathe, but failing. He was just in his boxers, as usual.
He seemed so feeble, but he's strong as fuck.
I didn't know what to do, I utterly suck at comforting humans rather than animals. I took slow and silent steps towards him, but when he heard me, he slightly flinched but recovered quickly.
I sluggishly sat on his bed and questioned, "Do you want some space or? If no, I'll be here listening to whatever the fuck you spill. It'll kind of feel good when you rant, so let it out, or I'll just be here with you" I rambled in a syrupy voice, that sounded so foreign to me.
He didn't answer, yet he didn't stop crying. I'm glad that he is crying to be honest, crying actually is healthy and it makes you feel calm later.
I sat with him for five minutes straight and listened to his sobs and whimpers which fucking tore me apart as he didn't answer me.
"H-how? Just fucking how c-can she do this?" his saccharine yet restful voice was now wretched and fatigued, which I never was familiar with.
I glanced at him, only to see that he's hugging himself tightly, as if he's shielding himself from his demons.
"I agree, I was pretty shocked to find about it too." I accidently blurted out.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He doesn't know that I knew, right?
No, no, no, no.
His head snapped at me.
Holy crap.
When I scanned his face, it's was bright red. Red, swollen eyes, his tan skin is now red as hell, his nose swollen and crimson.
