“How can you know pain?” I ask him, bitterly. “When you have all of this?”
“Pain isn’t measured by what we have and don’t have. It’s measured by what we allow it to do to us.”
“There’s no way you could have any sort of pain when you have your whole life figured out! You’ve got a guarantee for success! You’re rolling in money! You don’t need a scholarship or good grades or anything! You have money! And that’s all you need! You don’t know a thing about pain!”
“I do know pain! It has nothing to do with how much I have! Or how much other people think I’m worth! None of it matters if I’m not good in your eyes!” He takes a deep breath and looks down at me. “Where is all this coming from?”
“It doesn’t matter.” I tell him, pushing away from him. “It doesn’t matter at all!” I yell before walking out of his mansion and slamming the door behind me.
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Life In Technicolor || Ashton Irwin
Hayran Kurgu“You're so special. How did the universe ever come up with you?"
