"I've been living to see you... dying to see you but it shouldn't be like this. This was unexpected... what do I do now? Could we start again please?"
I'm the type of girl who NEEDS to reach out to people when she sees them hurting. When I'm hurting, I need people to reach out to me.
When I know someone's hurting, it baffles me when I reach out and they don't let me in. I feel like I'm wanting them to look at me and let me tell them that everything's going to be alright, and they're wrapped in their own misery. And while I can live with that when I'm not close with a person, when it's one of the most important people in the world to me, my heart breaks into a million pieces.
I watched him walk into class today. I say "him," because his identity being private is so important write now. His eyes, once balls of fire, are now vacant. His gangly, slightly awkward stride, head up, has suddenly shrivelled into a subdued walk, head down. His leather jacket suddenly hangs differently on his shoulders. A positive energy is suddenly an unpleasant, clouded aura. A chipper voice is now hollow, if not absent. He appears then disappears. He doesn't acknowledge the people who care.
No one else except one person seems to notice or want to acknowledge it. But you see it and you know. He's not okay. And he won't reach back. He refuses.
"Try not to get worried, try not to turn onto problems that upset you. Don't you know everything's alright, yes, everything's fine... and we want you to sleep well tonight."
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