Run Away
He didn't like people to be around. He had told me once they were unreal, he thought the flowers looked lovelier. I had argued with him then, I had the courage then. I told him we were all equally real, alive and kicking. I didn't really believe in all that I said, but it was important to convince him. The doctors had said he was getting depressed.
He only talked to me. The rest he shunned. I remember his mother come inside the room, sit beside the bed where he lay, eyes closed, like a normal baby, and his mother had passed her hands through his hair. The scars on his mother's face have faded with time, but the ones in her heart remain.
Empathy was what I felt on the first day I saw him. They had got him to this asylum next to my place, where I worked sometimes, as a volunteer. I never knew then it would all get over so fast.
Today's my last day with him. He knows he's gonna die. Everyone'e ready, and waiting. I am sitting beside him, waiting too. We are both laughing, and he knows the next breath is gonna be his last. He says, "Run away".
He only talked to me. The rest he shunned. I remember his mother come inside the room, sit beside the bed where he lay, eyes closed, like a normal baby, and his mother had passed her hands through his hair. The scars on his mother's face have faded with time, but the ones in her heart remain.
Empathy was what I felt on the first day I saw him. They had got him to this asylum next to my place, where I worked sometimes, as a volunteer. I never knew then it would all get over so fast.
Today's my last day with him. He knows he's gonna die. Everyone'e ready, and waiting. I am sitting beside him, waiting too. We are both laughing, and he knows the next breath is gonna be his last. He says, "Run away".
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