Years in the past, but not many…

randomegbert:

you’re lucky.

It slipped out of your lips and made you pause. You think about taking it back, but realize you meant it.

you live in a world where you can forget. if paradox people like me just left you alone, maybe you could. i wish i could.

There is only one thing that hurts more than being away from your friends, and this conversation is headed right for it.

my…

my dad is dead. i would give anything to have him back.

Despite the fact that she can’t see you, you turn away to hide the tears falling down your cheeks and put a hand over your eyes.

…anything.

I know.

Your breaths are shallow and you’re trying not to shed tears yourself.

I’m lucky because I made it out of this nightmare of a game having lost only my vision, instead of the important things in life, like family and friends.  And I hate myself for not being happier about that, for being so caught up in the shallow symptoms and difficulties that come from not having sight that I forget about the pain I could be feeling.

I’m sorry, John, for what it’s worth.  But I know it’s not enough, and it won’t ever be enough.

You extend a hand to him.

It’s all I can offer, though.

(Source : orphiste-blog)