𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐼𝑆 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐴 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀 ~𝐴𝑆𝐴𝑃𝑇𝑌𝐿𝐸𝑅~

𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝑅𝐸 𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐵𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐸

summertime ish 7/22/19

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𝑅𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑀

after yesterdays bummer tyler came over to my house earlier today. he seemed off. his hands were covered with bruises and his nose was red.

he seemed not ok. which makes me not ok. i watched as he fiddles with his fingers while standing, feet pigeon toed.
"k-kim."
i put my head down to look at him
"how a-are you ??"

i look confused. why is he asking me ?? i should be asking him.
"i'm ok, why don't you sit down."
he looks at me and nods, he seems out of it

"o-oh yea sorry i-"
he cuts himself off and looks down.
"are you ok tyler"
he appears to froze up at the end of the sentence. my worry intensifies.

"are you ok?"
"i-i ok imma be honest.. i'm n-not"
"i know tyler.. i know"

tyler laid down with a content sigh, it looked like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.

i watch him as i see his sleeve lift up a bit. i see a fresh bruise and a cut on his hand, my mouth drops, tears curse my eyes

"t-tyler.."
"hm ??"
"what happened to your arm. don't lie to me"
he froze as he sat up and pulled his sleeve down.

"u-uh nothing.. w-what are you t-talking about ??"
i notice tyler's stutter gets worse. it means he's lying.

i grab his arm without regret. i pull his sleeve up to see a couple of bruises.
"tyler..."
"i didn't d-do it on p-purpose."

a sigh of relief comes out of my mouth, but i'm still worried
"i need to clean you up, and while i do that you need to tell me what happened"

he nods his head, playing around with his thumb. i giggle a bit even though the situation isn't a laughing matter. he just looks so cute while sitting there.

i walk to the bathroom and grab some paper towels. as well as some bandaids and some alcohol.

"k this is gonna burn"
"mkay"
i look up as i pat the bruised skin with the alcohol, tyler's nose scrunches as a soft whimper comes out of his mouth.

his gap tooth fits his plump lip into itself, he keeps his noise inside
"all done, it's good."
he smiles, i smile also. i get up from the bed to throw away the wrapper from the alcohol swab.

i come back and open the bandages, before wrapping them around tyler's arm.
"so.. what happened ?"
i watch tyler carefully, his lips part to take a deep exhale, before closing.

he swallows
"well d-don't laugh but i k-kinda had a t-tantrum yesterday-y"
my brain goes different ways, was it a sad tantrum ?? angry ??

"it was an angry tantrum, i-it was because o-of jahseh in the c-court room.. something about h-him made me feel so... e-estranged."

i was surprised but i was let down from my high amount of confusion.
"t.. come ere"
i open my arms out to him. he comes inside of them like no other.

"i-i'm sorry i just w-was mad.. i d-don't know if i s-should forgive him or h-hold a grunge."

"well how do you feel ?? do you feel like you can forgive his actions or do you feel like forgetting about him will be your best option ?"

tyler sat and thought for a minute, his brain seemed to have rushed for over an hour.
"i want t-to do both !! a p-part of me wants to forgive and forget and a part o-of me wants to be angry at him f-for a long time.."

he takes a swift breathe before continuing.
"b-but i'm too old for that, m-mama didn't teach me to d-dislike people, especially my own k-kind.. so the best thing for m-my development and y-yours is to make f-friends with the enemy, instead of throw h-hurt forward."