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MiNaGi
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"I do want your help. It's just... it's been hard in the last few years... I've gotten hurt a lot and my body never really recovered again after I... I..." He shook with the memory and wiped away the tears that were forming in his eyes. He refused to cry in front of her again, and not because of this. "I'm careful because last time I said something without thinking, I was beaten up, or left alone. I just have to be so careful because people leave me when I say stuff that isn't right..." He fell to his knees, even if he was supposed to follow her. It was just so tiring. It had always been tiring, completely exhausting. He'd just wanted to feel loved. Feel accepted. He had been knocked over, beaten up, betrayed and raped, and yet here he was, still alive but broken so badly that the pieces couldn't be picked up and put together again, crushed to mere dust. "I want your help... you've done so much for me, so much more than everyone else... but I don't know what to do... my heart feels broken and I don't know what to do... I want to be happy but I don't even know what "happy" is supposed to be anymore..." When he saw her hand, he sat still and stared at it, before reaching his hand out to take it. Just as he was about to make contact with her hand, his body froze and he stared at her with tears in his eyes.