*Him*
"What is there to be scared of?"
Everything.
"All you have to do is just, the next time you see her, just talk to her."
But you don't get it. I'm not like that. I'm going through stuff.
"Going through what? Huh? It's just a phase. You're just changing a bit. It's a part of life."
Changing a bit. No, I changed a lot.
"C'mon dude. Get out of this funk. You're deteriorating."
I will try. And I am.
"Ok?"
I nod, slowly agreeing to what ever my friend believes can help me, become well, me again.
He fist pumps the air in triumph.
I guess he feels like he finally got through to me, even if it's answered by a noncommittal nod or sigh.
It must be hard to deal with a friend that you used to hang out with all the time, who suddenly becomes silent, mutely agreeing to what ever you say, desperate to have some form of conversation with someone, but who is still scared to get close to you again.
Because they are a paradox. They want to be alone, but they don't want to be lonely.
How can you adapt to that?
"Ok so you'll do it? You have to do this, or it will eat you alive, you know that right? It's not going to be as hard as you think. It's not like this girl is a hardcore axe murder or something."
No, she's a serial arsonist. She scorched my soul until it was no more than ashes, until it was no more than dust.
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Winter's Whisper
Novela JuvenilShe's like winter cold and distant comes around only when you want her to She's like Christmas morning brings joy I can't sleep thinking about her She's like snowflakes pure delicate I'm scared to hold her scared she might break in my grasp She...
