
Sometimes we can't help the ones we love, and although this may be hard to understand we have to let it go and accept it.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 246 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-14-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3092164
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Your only human
I have never seen him so sad. So vulnerable and sorrowful.
Red rimmed eyes.
His brows furrowed in a way I had never seen before.
How had I never seen this side of him?
His waterline grew more and more flooded and with each passing minute it was a deeper shade of red than it was before.
I didn't like seeing him this way.
Bloodshot whites.
It made me realize that he wasn't impenetrable.
He had weaknesses, just like all of us do.
But I still hated seeing him like this.
Red rimmed eyes.
My heart ached for him and I wished I could take some of his pain away.
I felt my nose get hot and prickly with the tears I was trying to hold back.
When I cry it's out of anger.
But this time it was different.
I was so utterly sad.
His eyes on fire.
I needed to get to him and tell him that I could help, even though I knew I couldn't.
But I had to help somehow.
I had to come up with something.
As I racked my brain his tears fell and that's when I knew that had to let him be.
He had to figure this out on his own
I love you.
I always will.
But I will always wish I could have helped you.
From the deepest depths of my heart I am truly and utterly sorry
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