He hates a lot of things about this world. He doesn't trust, as far as I know. He doesn't depend on, or vent to, or relax with. His eyes look dark and hollow. I can't get through to him. Maybe I never could.
I want to tell him to relax. To greet a brand new day with the genuine hope of it being the best one yet. But for every smile I give, I get an impatient sigh. I waste his time. I'm so far away from where he thinks he is.
He is far. Sometimes I remember the pillow fights we used to have, the way he used to laugh, and I know there's a glimmer of that he still remembers too.
Must see what I can do about that.
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