onepissedoffcancer:

I was twelve, and it was raining. Fuck, that’s the main reason I don’t like storms anymore. They freak me out. I think it’s part of the reason I ended up choosing to do what I did, since it was raining when I did it..

-You were still talking, the words were just tumbling out. Maybe because you felt as though the two of you had a connection? The fact that something in the past had changed both of your ways of living might’ve been a connecting point.-

It’s weird having someone besides my normal friends care, it’s pretty nice. So, yeah, thanks for that.

You nod, leaning back and shutting your eyes.

I guess the small mercy that I have is that the thing that would otherwise traumatize me is no longer visible to me.

These sorts of turning points always seem to happen at this time in one’s life, don’t they?  I was thirteen.

You smile in a friendly fashion, but it’s also somewhat wistful.  It isn’t really a good thing that there’s someone whose life mirrors yours so well; you don’t think of yourself as enviable, anyway.

It’s no trouble.  I think that little kindnesses like this can be beneficial for both the donor and the recipient.