Years in the past, but not many…

randomegbert:

typhlotictherapist:

You laugh just a little bit, a dry, humorless laugh you’ve come to learn to use a lot these days.

It’s funny how, conceptually, I think about what the tradeoffs would be in a different session.  My sight for another’s life.  You’d think it’s an easy choice, but it isn’t.

Especially when it wasn’t a choice.

You shrug at John.

I wish I could tell you, John.  And I wish I could tell you what you want to hear.  But honestly, I don’t know, and I can’t know.  I’m not the Seer of Light anymore.

what i want to hear. it’s not deep or complicated. you don’t even need to be a seer to know what it is. i say it enough.

Everything will be ok. Thinks will work out. It’ll be alright.

You can say it to others and brighten their day, but as you say it in your head, it feels almost meaningless.

it would just sound better if you said it.

You want to hear that it’ll all be all right.

Sometimes, that’s what I want to hear too.

You extend a hand to place on his shoulder, your way of establishing contact that isn’t eye contact, and it feels forced, but it’s what you have.

John, are you happy?

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