🦋 // these are all just made up stories that i had written down about my past events when i was younger. some are true, mostly relationships and stuff, but some are just what popped up onto my mind.
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i would always walk past his house and look up. when i looked up, i would see him looking through his window into mine. he used to go to my school, but now he never leaves his house.
he's a mystery to some people but to me, he's special. i remember when i first talked to him. at least more than one minute.
i was walking past the old bridge a few blocks past my house. he was on the ledge of it. i've never been so upset. seeing him lonely, with no one with him. he was swaying back and forth. i was scared he was going to let go and fall. i yelled out his name. he stopped and looked at me.
i didn't want him to jump. it wasn't a high fall but the current was wild that day. it had been storming pretty rough. i walked over slowly. he whispered something so i stopped. i didn't want to pressure him or anything.
"i-i don't want to be here anymore." he said looking down, inching away from letting go of the railing. "don't." i said getting worried, he glared at me for a second.
"you don't even know me." i felt a bit uncomfortable not knowing what to say. but the truth was, i did know him. he was a simple person with different problems. "i don't need to. i know you're a good person, i live next to you. i see you every day."
when he stepped towards me, after what it felt like hours, i ran up and hugged him. i didn't need to know him his whole life to show that i cared about him. no one deserved to leave this world like he wanted to.
when we got to his house after walking there, that was the last time i saw him - at least right in front of me.
as i grew up from that moment, i realized who he was. his family ran into mine and explained him. they described him like he was garbage but deep down, i knew he wasn't.
that night on the bridge, we talked. we talked about his life and how he wanted help. i was too young to do anything and there's nothing i regret more than letting him go.
my parents told me to stay away from him, but how could i get close? he was trapped in his room for days, months, even years. like i said, i would never see him out of his house, ever.
i was told that he had a disorder called depersonalization and also impulse control disorder. his parents left him with his aunt and uncle but they're hardly there.
they lock the doors and windows from the outside.
two years ago on winter break i remember them packing up and leaving, i never found out where they went but i know that they left.
i miss him though. i miss alvaro. i may not know him much anymore but there was something about him that i desired. his brown eyes, i faintly remember him in school, but i would fall in love with them. now he's just gone.
