Stronger Than Depression

Chapter 8

Song: Follow you by BMTH

*flashback* 

 As I was thinking that, I heard a familiar voice bringing me back to reality. "Surprise."

*end of flashback*

I turned my head around to find Octavian standing next to me. That was really unexpected. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw that there was Titanic theme in museum and I had to come because I just love it." He simply responded.

My mouth were hanging open. Are you freaking kidding me? Even Titanic?! He giggled a bit. I closed my stupid mouth and just nodded my head. "Cool."

"Who knew we would meet again, in the same day?"

"Yeah, how crazy is that." I laughed.

We walked together around huge museum. We watched and talked about all the stuff from the ship and at one point he asked me:"When I  came to you, you were watching some kids shoes. Did they make you think about life?"

"Well...yeah...kind of... I just can't handle the sadness when I try to imagine some poor kid dying on that ship."

"Our lives are precious. Even if we think they aren't." He said calmly, hands in his pockets.

Mine isn't. I thought.

Yes, it is. Again that voice! Shut up you stupid voice! I didn't want this to happen but a small frown escaped my mouth at his statement.

"What's wrong?" He asked and looked me in the eyes.

"Nothing." I was sad and desperate.

I wanted to tell him everything. I feel like I know him for years. But I can't tell him.

He is just some random stranger. All I know is his name...and what bands he likes to listen...and his favourite song...and that he loves Titanic as much as I do. Ok, I admit it, that is more facts than just one. But that still doesn't mean I can tell him parts of my super private life.

He didn't ask any further questions. I smiled at him and nodded my head in the direction of EXIT. "I think that's it."

"Unfortunately." He said.

"Don't be sad. It's so awesome we had an opportunity to take a look at piece of history. I'm just speechless. Wow." I scratched my head.

"Me too." We started walking home together.

It was long walk. At first, as we were passing blocks of houses and building we were quiet. At first, for me at least, it was kinda awkward, but with time, that silence became comforting.

"You know, I really don't remember what book was that in, but I remember the scene where one old man and boy used to sit in silence and one time that old man said to the boy:"It's nice to have a friend with who you can be quiet about everything."

"That is so cool." He smiled and nodded his head at my statement, then said:"But sometimes it's also nice to have someone you can open to."

Wow, slow down BOI, I prefer being silent.

"I don't want to get in your private life, but I can see you have a really sad aura surrounding you."

"Me? Noo! Why would you think that?" I tried to fake it out by laughing and changing the subject. "So, do you like to read?"