"I think I'm going crazy , benji." Jorge said, looking at me through the bathroom mirror.
His face was tear stained, and his hair had looked like he tugged on it from stress.
It was heart breaking.
"Why do you say that?" I asked. He turned to look at me.
"I don't- I'm going to say it and you're going to think I'm crazy but I'm not lying benji. I swear to god I'm not lying." He was rambling, his voice was hoarse.
I nodded.
"I'll believe you. I'll believe it all." I said.
He took a breath in, and rubbed his hands over his face. To soothe the stress, i think.
He looked at me.
"I don't feel.... real." He said. And then it was silent.
His eyes were frantic, looking all over my face for some sort of expression, one that would negatively cognate to what he spoke.
"I believe you." I said.
And then two sweet tears slipped down his eyes.
"I'm so tired of telling everyone, and then explaining why, and they say they feel the same way. I just want them to be there for me, not try and relate." He said, his hands were pulling at his hair again.
"Hey , hey it's okay." I said, pulling his arms away from his hair, and wrapping them around me instead.
"I want to start feeling real again." He mumbles into my shoulder.
"I want you to feel real too." I said.
It was silent.
And then an idea popped into my head.
"We can go somewhere?" I said, although it came out sounding like a question.
"Where?" He asked.
"Anywhere and everywhere."
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This is short and probably only makes sense to me
