The Pocket Boy

Chapter 13: Grenade

You know what, I was wrong about Lewis. He is an Asshole after all. One word-pity. I freaking hate pity.

The people you trust can either break you, hurt you, or define you. Then there are those who are Grenades.

I knew that Lewis was a grenade, but yet I thought all grenades had faults, but Lewis, he had no faults. He was a grenade that was going to explode and obliterate me. A complete grenade- an explosion- a broken porcelain doll.

I was the porcelain doll, fragile, and ready to break when she fell. And that explosion made me break while I fell.

I was in a short trance, ignoring the faults, wondering along, until I stepped on the grenade. Lewis-well, he broke me, more than he ever has. Made me feel more pain than I've ever felt. But I guess that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt. And I will always have that pain, always.

Lewis-

Don't tell me things out of pity, tell me things out of reality.