Live, Die, what's next? (1x1 open)

"Yep. Life is hell sometimes." I laid back.

"Yeah, and I doubt it'll be better."

"I hate when people say 'no fair'. And usually it's over something stupid."

"Yeah, but imagine how it feels for me. These people were normally saying something about whatever their parents did or said. Everytime they complained to me it hurt so I looked at them and told them 'if you want to know what's not fair, is kids like me who love their parents lose them and the ungrateful kids like you get to keep them'. I was robably a little harsh, but I had reason." I said. softly.

"Yeah. You can imagine why I have a hard time with my birthday. My mom use to whisper happy birthday in my ear to wake me up, the first time was the worst ever."

"Yeah. Surprisingly I was able to not burst in front of you when I came here the first time." I said.

"I saw your little brother outside playing, and your parents were watching him and smiling and holding each other. It reminded me of my parents, like all happy families do. I still have trouble with it sometimes." I looked away sadly.

"I'm sorry. I guess it's sucks to hear me complain about my parents dying when you were abandoned a lot. It's hard to remember that some people have it worse." I pulled my knees up again. I always complained to the wrong person.

I was completely surprised and stayed still for a moment before softly returning it.

"Alright. I just feel that in some cases I have no right to complain. Especially now that I know about your parents, it must be terrible to live with." I said and laid my head against his shoulder.

I nodded. I sighed heavilyand closed my eyes. I really didn't want to cry, but I felt like I would and I knew it wasn't for me.

Slowly I started to let it go. I realized with him self control was difficult, and was only going to get worse.

(crying that is)