"Wait, He's your cousin? Since when?"
"Since... Mathew was born?" He looked dumbfounded.
"Yeah, I know that, but why do I not know that?" We walked back to our classroom shoulder to shoulder.
"I guess because you don't associate with him?"
"True, but still, having him as a cousin must suck?" He fixed his glasses.
"Yeah, but I usually just forget his existence." We were now standing outside our classroom and walking in. The teacher signalled for us to hurry so I could finish my quiz.
Afterwards. I walked out of my class. Penelope was in the principal's office, and Declan caught up with me. He mentally prepared himself a bit before finally asking. "So....how's the arm? Are you doing fine?" His body language was one with more caring and something else, something I can't seem to understand.
"I..." My eyes closed before I slowly rolled up my sleeve. "I've been... clean for a few weeks now...well more recently.." his face was still full of worry. "You haven't relapsed back into it?" I shook my head
"I'm proud of you." 4 words
4 words
4 w o r d s
4 W. O. R. D. S.
well with her..." I noticed a change in his demeanour and voice... almost like it was his fault for this. "I just...I miss her...She didn't deserve it..." How could he be so kind? How could someone like Declan, so gentle and understanding, be related to someone as cruel as Matthew? It was a paradox I couldn't wrap my head around. I never imagined that Declan, someone so focused on school, could have an issue like this.
"She would be proud of you.." My hand grips his shoulder. "Being so open isn't easy, I can't even talk about him without tearing up.."
He goes silent.
for too long...
"I heard what happened...with your dad...I'm so sorry.."
I could feel my skin burning already.
My fingertips squeezed together
It was hard to find the right words to say
He hesitated, searching for some reassurance in his eyes but without another thought he pulled me in for a hug.
He....he hugged me?
He hugged me.
He hugged me!
And it felt the same as dad's hug....
I could feel my eyes begin to water as I hugged him back. "I'm not so different from you....you lost someone....I lost someone... they were both close to us...Hazel if you ever need anything I'm here for you.."
"I will!"
I will
I will
《I will》
Who knew you could find someone who is like you and never knew about it?
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RomantizmDealing with depression is hard, but what's harder is the people around you don't notice and play it off as you are lazy. 15 year old, Hazel had been dealing with depression, anxiety, and self-harm. Life had gone downhill ever since her father had...
