He was the one who convinced me...
We sat crouched together, and he spoke in an easy, calming voice. Not like he was trying to tame an animal or disarm a madman. But just like the levelheaded person he always was. In truth...
I'm a little jealous of that calmness, but it's White. That's how he is – how he's always been.
So he crouched and talked with me. His words were a steady flow of rhythm, of recollection where my shitty memory failed. He tapped his fingers along my bandaged arms. Tap. Tap. Tap. in another steady rhythm.
I should have been upset. I should have flinched away. He was tapping on my scars and some new injuries, but I didn't shrink away. I just stared at his hands as they tapped a pattern up and down. I just listened as his words made a wave over my nervous mind. And I relaxed.
I remembered a little bit. I had forgotten what humility is and what humbleness should be, but his easy words reminded me. It was easier to apologise. At least in my mind. The experience would be a different story.
When we stood up, he patted his hand on my back as I turned and headed back into the building. I took another deep breath and lifted my foot forward.
White was the one who convinced me to jump
but it was up to me to spread my wings and fly towards the Sun.