(A/N: This chapter is written differently. Like I said last time, it is inspired by Hozier’s. Hence, I used as title for this part. You’ll appreciate it if you try to listen to the song. Enjoy! 😊
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I call him my best friend,
When I don’t have anyone else beside me, he was there. He never left me alone.
No one wants to talk to me, but he endures all day and all night just to keep me company.
He even became my undisputable ally. Telling me to be brave and strong, that I can face everything and anything! With him by my side, I am happy. I am satisfied.
When someone is trying to use my innocence, his power protects and shields me from the bad guys. He was the Superman and the Batman of my childhood. Yes, just like superheroes, he hurt others, fight with them, and loves avenging for good advocate but he keeps telling me it is for the justice.
- Justice that this world has refused to give.
He just wants to protect me or else they will all abuse the good things I easily provide. We naïve people easily give.
Sometimes we need to learn how to throw rocks, not just to give alms.
“When I was a child, I hear voices
Some would sing and some would scream…”
But like anybody else, change is undoubtedly occurring.
I have confronted him many times. Insisting him that just because you could doesn’t mean you should.
His ways in dealing bad life choices is worse, I can tell.
Violence can never be right. It can neither be justified.
Hurting someone will not stop bad moments from happening. Even if they stop temporarily, they will not be gone. Evil will not leave your side.
But just like everyone else, he is stubborn as hell. “Just like you,” he said to me repetitively. If kneeling and pleading will convince him, I would gladly do. But he warns me that my thoughts are stupid – that it shows voluntary defeat.
Mirror his actions and way of thinking was his encouragement and loud cheers. I don’t want to shy away from the ‘real me’ though. You cannot insist someone to be somebody else they’re not, I argued.
He will just laugh whilst I try to convince him.
“…You soon find you have few choices
I learned the voices died with me…”
Until I got tired of him.
He is my friend but why does he have to change?
More bad things will surely come but that shouldn’t change us. The more bad things going on around, you really got to learn how to be strong, right?
I wanted him to leave me alone if we couldn’t just agree. Though he said I couldn’t survive without him. I told him to stop bothering my conscience when I have chosen to follow it but he just calls the process pathetic.
Being good is weakness,
Showing kindness is stupidity.
But that doesn’t mean being the exact opposite is being strong.
His hypothesis goes that love is weakness. We should not feel it and dream of having it.
Didn’t he know he was my real weakness?
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HEALING (bxb)
FanfictionWayo, as an ordinary person, faces trauma and depression from the hands of the person whom he looked up to since he grew up. Having hopeless to the shots of realities happening to his life, an unbelievable person helped him overcome the fear that is...
