“Shh baby shh… Don’t
worry. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay…”
He patted her back gently
and carefully like comforting a hurt, scared little creature, utterly afraid
that she’d break right then, right there. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m
here. You’re safe. You’ll be alright,” His voice echoes in the dark. He was
trying to make that statement strong and firm, and yet it ended up sounding so hollow,
so unsure.
Eventually it got so cold
that he couldn't continue standing anymore. Back leaning against the wall, he
slowly lowered himself and curled into another ball beside the one she made. Suddenly he realized how stupid and ironic he sounded. EVERYTHING in this world was
to be afraid of. He’s just as scared, as fragile, as hurt as she was. As sad,
even.
And no. Things don’t get
better. He of all people should know that.
She’s his mirror. He’s
hers.
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