Whitefish River go dark or go home

Now that is a teenager. The yearling could see how overwhelmed the girl was and he totally understood.. well.. sort of.. He had been one of those teenagers with imaginary problems not so long ago, not that this girl's problems were imaginary, a kid died.. Ok he didn't understand, but his dad died too and maybe he could try to comfort her.

"That's not fucked up.. At all.." he said with a straight face trying to sink in all the information. "Uhmm.. No sorry, I've got nothing" he admitted realizing that probably nothing he said would make her feel better. But then he looked her in the eyes and felt the anguish and the pain, and not thinking what he was about to say he sighed "I guess that's just how life's supposed to be, right?" he said without being too sure about his words. "I mean.. People die, pups especially; and people leave us.. But we can't let those things bring us down.. We have to.. keep walking forward.." If the girl was looking at him at the moment, she would've notice how much he was struggling to say those simple words. Keith was a guy who hated suffering and usually just rejected the pain or simply ignored it, that's why he was always active, to keep his mind busy.