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it almost feels like a secret. An admittance to some secret he wasn’t supposed to know. Much like how he would share a look with strangers who just knew the brig broken letters that hung over his head like a dark shadow.
“ I don’t mind. “ A shrug ─ he really didn’t. “ It’ be nice, you know, to share the load. “
‟ I’m trying to be a GOOD FRIEND . ❜ the words are FOREIGN on his tongue, too far-fetched in a vocabulary of self-preservation and necessary detachment. much like the language prohibited and would have his mother round him up for even suggesting the thought. too bad that she was too late and for that, he sported bruises much larger and more purplish than the usual.
though there is FONDNESS present, one that he’s unaware of its implication whereas opposite to what he thought he means. ‟ And you’re making it hard for me. It makes sense, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. ❜