Cause you're the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
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"Hey, Armin." Jean walked into the hospital room and stood next to the blondes bed. He held white lilies in his right hand, the other held his phone.
Armin moved his head to look towards Jean, smiling slightly. He tried to speak, but no words would come out of his mouth. Jean smiled lightly and pulled up a chair next to Armin. He sat down and just watched the blonde, placing the flowers on the bedside table. Armin breathed softly, it was almost nonexistent. That worried Jean, but he figured it would be okay.
"Your going to be okay, Armin." He whispered, grabbing hold of Armins hand. He squeezed it, reassuring himself that Armin was okay. Armin, using the little strength he had, rubbed the top of Jeans hand with his thumb.
They sat there, holding hands, and comforting one another.
"You know." Jean started, beginning to tear up. "Marco died. It was obvious he wasn't going to make it. Almost half his body was shaved off. They figure someone tampered with the car, replacing the original metal exterior with crappy plastic. But damn, life is tough. I never thought something like this would ever happen to me.
"I figured Marco and I would grow old, live together happily. But this world isn't happy. It's ugly and disgusting. It's hateful. Marco was taken from this disgusting world much too soon. But maybe he was blessed with the pure, sweet, silence of death. Who knows, but I wish I was there with him when he passed. Maybe, when I die, he will be there. He will greet me and take me away from this damned world." Armin stared at Jean as he spoke. His eyes glazed over, it was obviously he was speaking from the heart. These were the words he wanted to tell the world, but could never. These words were confined by his mind and the walls of the hospital room.
Armin stared as Jean continued to speak, speaking words of hate and sorrow. It was awful seeing him like this, but Jean needed to vent. He had no one left to talk to, Armin was the only one left.
Many people need someone to speak to, but that person may be gone too soon for them to speak.
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