Swiftcurrent Creek And Echoed in the Wells Of Silence

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Arric almost made himself gag with the absolute shit that he saw fit to share.  And oh brother it was gonna get worse. He was sure. Because the two of them could never just have a conversation. It was always something deep veiled with some sort of inuendo and curse words and just all sorts of dysfunctional, but it worked for them. Mostly.

A wry chuckle. Sure as shit. That's true. Arric saw the question in his gaze and ignored it. Because he didn't want to talk about his problems. Definitely not. I mean how do you unpack that shit without like unpacking it.

He shifted and shook his shoulders out, a dull pain beginning right at the base of his head. 

Who are you in love with? Or should I say who do you want but won't let yourself have? Because frankly that's bullshit. Because i'm betting with the amount of females that came searching for you, one or all of them have a thing for you too. So get your uh heart out of your ass and figure it out.

Arric looked at him with a serious expression. Then when you figure it out. Do something the fuck about it. This sad boi emo shit is old news. A small smile at his friend. Letting him know he meant nothing by his ribbing and he did understand. Mostly.

I'm alive isn't that enough. Arric remarked on a stretch. I'm good. Stupid shit really.

He stared blankly at the river then. It's my birthday today. And it's another year without my dad. I made it another year. He blew out a breath.