this used to be the place i ran towhenever i was in need
of a friend
[size=3]why did it have to end[/size]
He was willing to try, but he was hesitant at the same time. This was purely because it meant really putting himself out there. He was most afraid of others thinking of him as a freak, a burden that shouldn’t be allowed to be there. The last thing he wanted was to be a burden to anyone, including his own family, nor did he want to be a disappointment, to anyone. “Will you help me?” he finally asked in return, because he was afraid to try to do it on his own. He was afraid to face ridicule and possible harsh words. He was in a deeply delicate state since his depression clung to him, not wanting to let him just get on with his life.
The silence that fell between them after he spoke of the stars talking to him made him wish that he hadn’t said anything in the first place. It was awkward for him in that moment, so very awkward. He wasn’t sure what sort of response he had expected, but the awkward silence surely hadn’t been it. When her inevitable question came, he found himself unsure of how to answer without sounding like the freak he felt like in that moment. Sighing, he lowered his face, turning it slightly away from her. It was an almost embarrassed gesture, really. He didn’t want her to think less of him for speaking of something that probably sounded really farfetched.
“It started not long after my other littermate brother died,” he finally began, trying to think of how to explain. “I could sit outside in the dark of night and hear the stars. They would also come to me in my dreams, telling me that I had a destiny to follow, that they would help me along the way.” The sightless young male kept his face pointing away from her and gave his head a slight shake. “I stopped being able to hear them after my dad died, though. I think… I think they have abandoned me.” Abandonment was his most biggest fear, especially since his father was no longer there to protect him.