"Define fine Amber," He said.
"What do you mean James?"
"What do you mean that you're fine?"
"I mean I am ok, that I am good" Gosh, what's with the pressuring?
"No your not, your family has just died and you walked out on doing a eulogy, how can you be fine? How are you fine?!"
"What if I am fine? Did you think of that?! Why are you so invested? I didn't ask for this."
"No you didn't, but I am here, aren't I?"
"I AM GOOD, I AM HAPPY, I AM FINE!"
"Fine then, don't have my help, but then you will be all alone Am" Then he walks out of the car. And so do I, I am not leaving this argument and leaving it till later, I want to end it, I can't have anything bad happen and then have something unfinished.
I just...
I can't handle more loss, I can't handle the guilt.
"What are you doing Amber? I thought you were fine!" He yells as he walks away.
"I'M NOT LOSING YOU BECAUSE OF AN ARGUMENT JAMES!" He stops mid-way as I finished saying it.
"James I'm not ok but I don't want to talk about it" He turns around and walks back to me
"Then talk to me Amber, you don't have a lot of people left"
"I don't know how to James," I say, starting to get tearful, he pulls me close to him into a hug.
"Am, I think I will understand the most"
"Wha-what d-do y-you mean?" I stutter as I cry.
"I also lost my brother this way," He says, but not crying, staying firm in what he is saying.
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Only Broken People
ContoAbout someone that has lost her family and is trying to find a way to forgive herself, with the help of one of her friends that has also lost someone.
