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Her question… Well, the answer ran deeper than the contemporary issue at hand. Useless... He didn’ like to tell himself this often, but he could feel the words of doubt plague him from failures before. To his mother’s standards, to his inability to maintain a good roster of friends back at his old school, to failing to see through his teacher’s true motive when giving him his abilities, to failing to control what he had. They all helped him to realize that he was incompetant, or made out to be so. It was a cloud of negativity that hung over his head that began to cummulate within his fragile shell. Now that shell was broken, leaving a broken little boy to shiver from the cold realm that existed outside of his layer of mental protction. And from the looks of it? He just might be doomed to freeze to death.
Unless...
There was someone here who kept picking up those pieces of shattered shell. She'd glue them back together with her affirmations and shelter it from the wind. She wasn't giving up on him even though he did himself. She was listing out options to insist that he stayed. And she was admitting that the light he saw on her wasn't perfect, both physically and metaphorically. But they were kids. If they were born perfect, what was the point of their existence? They were to grow, to learn. To see how the world worked and what their place was in it. Until they became something for themselves. Hopefully, it would be something wonderful.
â€Y... You'd really do that for me?†He asked in a whisper, drawing a hand up to his eye to make sure nothing slipped from it. "A-aren't you scared? That I might make another mistake? And hurt you?†It was a fear that plagued him, and one he wanted to get over. After all, he could give out piggy-back rides, if he wasn't afraid of the 'what if'. What a terrible phrase that was for him. It was to be used for childish curiosities, not in terror. He gulped a bit, and scooted closer to his friend. â€I'd... I'd really like that. They could help us... And...†His voice filled up with a bit more hope, as he sniffled for his last time. â€It will never happen again. You'd have a pretty and powerful ability with light, and I'll be the beast that's not really a monster... That's all I want. To not be alone. It's what I'm afraid of but...†He looked at her dead on. â€You're a good friend. And good friends don't leave good friends. We'll both get better. Together.†And for the first time in what felt like ages, he cracked a tiny, flickering sideways smile.
â€Right, Anh Sang?â€
Unless...
There was someone here who kept picking up those pieces of shattered shell. She'd glue them back together with her affirmations and shelter it from the wind. She wasn't giving up on him even though he did himself. She was listing out options to insist that he stayed. And she was admitting that the light he saw on her wasn't perfect, both physically and metaphorically. But they were kids. If they were born perfect, what was the point of their existence? They were to grow, to learn. To see how the world worked and what their place was in it. Until they became something for themselves. Hopefully, it would be something wonderful.
â€Y... You'd really do that for me?†He asked in a whisper, drawing a hand up to his eye to make sure nothing slipped from it. "A-aren't you scared? That I might make another mistake? And hurt you?†It was a fear that plagued him, and one he wanted to get over. After all, he could give out piggy-back rides, if he wasn't afraid of the 'what if'. What a terrible phrase that was for him. It was to be used for childish curiosities, not in terror. He gulped a bit, and scooted closer to his friend. â€I'd... I'd really like that. They could help us... And...†His voice filled up with a bit more hope, as he sniffled for his last time. â€It will never happen again. You'd have a pretty and powerful ability with light, and I'll be the beast that's not really a monster... That's all I want. To not be alone. It's what I'm afraid of but...†He looked at her dead on. â€You're a good friend. And good friends don't leave good friends. We'll both get better. Together.†And for the first time in what felt like ages, he cracked a tiny, flickering sideways smile.
â€Right, Anh Sang?â€