Cauldron of anxiety and fears

stay

I turned the knob of the door which opened to the rooftop.

He was there again. This time, crying.

I've only seen the back of his head through the reflection on a glass. But today, I saw him for real.

"What's wrong?" I've been wanting to ask him that. But I always feared that once he finds out that I'm watching him from afar, he'd stop coming. I wanted this one-sided company that we have. Every time I felt like the world was against me, I'd stay up here to watch the clouds pass by. And his presence somehow just had a way of cheering me up. He does nothing. Usually just stands and looks at a distance as if he awaits for something.

Today is different, though. He whispered words in the air. I could barely hear, but his loneliness devoured the only thing that separated us - silence.

And then there came the rain. The rain that disguised his tears as raindrops - so that he can pretend to be strong again. At least I thought. But the moment it poured, I heard him scream. No. I didn't hear him. I felt him. I felt what he wanted to say. But he just stood there, drowning in his thoughts. I could've held his hand, and yet I hesitated.

Not long after that, I heard that he was off to another world. Never did I get to see him again. If I had the guts to approach him, do you think I could've been his friend? Do you think there could've been a way to make him stay?