It was hard, for him, to keep everyone happy… once that had been his goal, true, acting like a clown, goofing just to make others smile… his motivation, you know? I mean, he used to say that at least he would give others what he couldn't get, and that was enough to make him happy.
Except it was not.
For someone as bright as him, life was quite bleak. All his adventures, all the friends he gained, all the praise he recieved… all the weight that was pushed on top of the already heavy luggage he was carrying…
I never meant to change him, like people say, all I wanted to do was help him! To the outside he was this dorky boy who would never be found without a smile or positive thoughts, but I could tell how much he struggled to keep the act.
Nobody knew his mother had left for good, because every month he would make me write letters emulating what she would say from some foreign place she supposedly had traveled to.
Nobody knew that because of that very same previous reason he struggled to find something to eat when he was not at some friend's house, or that he had to resort to pickpocket others to get something to eat, or pay the services of his home.
It was slowly eating him away, and I could just not do something to help him. He had done more than enough to deserve being selfish for once.
Convincing him was not easy, he was far too good for his own good