Mystery…no names, so I'll leave it to your minds to figure out who I'm talking about.
"All you wanted"- not mine… the song belongs to Michelle Branch.
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If you want to
I could save you
I could take you
Away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cared…
"All you wanted" by, Michelle Branch
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"You don't know what I'm going through." The boy said in a cold voice.
There was a long pause
"You're right." The girl next to him replied, "I don't know. But maybe if you helped me understand I could help you."
The boy turned to look at her and glared. "I don't want anyone's help." He said coldly.
She, of course, knew better. She knew how to read his eye-those endless dark pools that she could drown in willingly-and not his expressions. She could tell he was lonely…lost. That he needed somebody to care for him.
"I know. You need it."
He glared at her again, and then stood up from the bench he had been sharing with the girl.
"Leave me alone." He muttered with finality and walked away.
"You know I won't." She breathed and proceeded to walk slowly the opposite way the boy had gone.
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They were both sitting in the same bench the next day. The boy sat emotionless, sitting straight, tense, and not looking at the girl sitting-trembling form the cold- next to him.
The girl sat next to him, shivering from the cold, looking at the boy from the corner of her eyes every now and them.
"How are you doing?" The girl asked after a while.
The boy didn't respond, but glared at nothing in particular.
"Wrong question, I guess." She sighed and hugged herself, trying to give herself as much body heat as she could.
The boy suddenly stood up and started walking toward the direction of the local cemetery. She followed him, knowing that he would explode as soon as he saw her, but that she would receive a silent thanks from his eyes.
The boy opened the main, rusty door leading to rows and rows of forgotten tombstones. He kept on walking, heading toward the newer section of the graveyard.
He came to an abrupt stop when he reached the latest three additions of gravestones. He dropped to his knees and touched the nearest one to him. His mother's.
The girl quietly kneeled next to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He tensed under her caring touch and looked at her. Thank you, he said with his eyes and the girl just looked at him, silently telling him, anytime.
They stayed that way for what seemed like hours; the boy silently grieving for his family and the girl supporting him.
"I miss them." The boy admitted quietly, not meeting his companion's eyes, his dark bangs covering most of his face,
"I know," She responded and hugged him.
He, again, tensed at her touch, but deflated after a couple of seconds, letting her console her with her warming touch.
After a couple of minutes, the girl felt the boy start to tremble and realized that he was crying, sobbing. She joined him shortly and hugged him even tighter, not liking seeing him in so much pain.
He had lost everyone. His loving mother. His father. His older brother-the one he used to look up to. He was, in his opinion, left alone. But he knew she was there now. That she wouldn't leave him alone to wallow in his own misery. She was there.
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Another one-shot…I should probably update the only story that is not a one-shot…but, you know, writer's block. Yeah…
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