Chapter 7: Gray
After he told me all about his family and his dad not being there, it never really occurred to me then, that when they said Red's can feel everything, that meant hurt too.
I hugged him the best I could and let him cry. Then he told me some funny story about how his brother's had tried to get him to play basketball, but it had just resulted in a broken arm. They were in college now.
I kept nodding and keeping my full attention on him because that's what he needed in that vulnerable moment. He needed reassurance that I would be there for him and that I wouldn't leave as his dad did.
"Your turn… talk to me," he said after pulling back from the hug and wiping his tears. "Well, there's not much. I mean, I'm not allowed to feel things in my house. My brother always bullied me into hiding what I really feel, and since he's left for college they've been starting to show… you know… through," I shrugged sadly, "my dad was never really there either, and my stepfather sucks… you," I pointed in his direction, dropping my hand to grab his tightly, "are the only person I've felt comfortable enough to show them with."
Matt had let fresh tears seep out of his eyes, not out of pity, but knowledge of the struggles he's faced. It was beautifully depressing. And now it was my turn to feel vulnerable.
"And even with him gone, I feel completely trapped in my own mind. Like if I share my brighter colored tendencies, then I may be disowned, you know, by my color." Matt understood completely, I could see it on his face.
"But you love me right?" Matt said softly looking down to his lap. "Of course… I never knew it would be something I could feel, but I like it and want it to stay." He looked up, his face looking relieved.
"Well, I'm glad it's with me."
"Me too, princess." Matt smiled… he must like the nickname. I sure hope he does, cause it fits him perfectly.
