So coming home from work, I hopped off the bus, and walked down the street, heading home listening to music, which was dying. Flashing lights, never blinked more red on my phone and 3ds. So I walked past the library, because I love the night and take the long ways home, though it can be dangerous, I love venturing and listening to music and being one with my footsteps and nature. I walked past the library, and I was thinking of a lot of things, and I saw some shadowy figures at the the library, more like silhouettes because, I couldnt tell them apart from my distance, I laughed and shook my head, saying what are the odds of someone Id know actually being here, at a closed library while its cold outside. Its never happened before. Sure enough, I walked past the library, looking at the two figures, one I actually knew. That same person, was crying. In tears, holding themselves because they didnt know what to do. I took a step forward, to actually identify the person, though when I approached them, they almost burst into tears unable to say a word more, Turns out they were supposed to get picked up, and their ride didnt show. The person cried in my arms as I hugged them, and this was the conversation: Me: Why are you crying... ? Friend: I dont even know, Im just afraid... I dont even know what to do... I-Im cold... alone... and nobody seems to even put forth an action to care, thats the prime reason Im alone and out in the cold now. . . .... As a moment of silence entered between the two of us, I was hugged tightly as the person cried in my arms and embrace even more. Note, I didnt know this person for long, I barely even talk to them, just a hi and goodbye, and hug when seen. Aside from that, this person was a stranger. I looked up, and pushed them back, wiping a tear from their eyes. Me: Dont cry, the strongest of us cry. We do not cry because of sadness, you only cry when the light inside you is able to shine and you notice it. The person laughed, and tried not to seem sad. Friend: Im.. Im not sad.. Its just.. i dont know... I remember when I was little, i used to get teased and laughed at because I always cried, I guess.. thats why im rejecting the thought of me being actually sad.. because sadness is a weakness.. But who am i kidding Im weak... Began to shed a series of tears. I wiped them away once more, and smiled at them. Me: Listen, the strongest of heros cry. Its those who dont when they shouldve are the actual weak ones Youre not weak, youre stronger then you give yourself credit for, find your purpose and live within it. Sadness is never a weakness, its a strength to survive. Because when you achieve beating it in victory, you know that youve had it within you all along. But right now, those tears are needed to be saved for brighter days. Why are you hear alone...? My friend explained to me, how their ride was intitally supposed to pick them up, and theyve been waiting for about 5 hours for them to do so, 2 hours after-which the library had closed. And that they was infact scared of being alone and left behind. Friend: I dont even matter to my family, thats why nobody bothered to come get me, Im just wasted space, and I cant do anything to change that, Im here alone, and nobody cares and it just seems like my life is a mistake, one that i cant erase, and Im scared, because I want to erase it. I went silent for a second, then leaned against the wall besides my friend. Me: Well, who cares if you dont matter to your family, who cares if nobody comes to get you, even if your wasted space. Your still space, space that exists and is infact real. The only thing that matters is what matters to you, and what you feel is a mistake or an achievement or not. You make your path you walk, your path doesnt make you, it just tells you a road to go down, you either choose to follow, or walk your own route. And for as you being alone, your not, Im here for you, if nobody else is.... And thats the truth. Im not going anywhere, Im here staying by your side, until we fix your problem, because thats what friends do, and Im your friend. Friend: ... R-Really...? Me: Yeah. I stayed beside my friend for an hour and a half, telling them stories of my work and trying to get their mind off of things, as I took them to the police station to try and get into contact with their parents or a valid way home. As we waited, I continued telling stories making them laugh and sharing my experiences. Soon though, the ride arrived, and offered to take me home in compensation to doing what I did, even the police officer thanked me for doing so, I just looked at the two and said Its nothing really, just did what a friend would. My friend then turned to me and said, Your different from alot of people, many of my friends, actually left me, and didnt care, but you... You stayed... And I thank you, you made my day brighter, and me feel alot better, and I am glad to call you my friend, thank you... And those exact words were stuck in my head as I plopped back on my bed thinking about what I did, and all I can say is.. Damn...
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 02:02:43 +0000
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