“”How was your time off?”
“I made the most of it. I spent it listening to music in my room.”
“What? That’s all you did?”
“I have no one to share it with. So, I spent it with myself.”
As he uttered those words, the bottom of my heart dipped into the edge of an endless solitude, one that I imagine his heart has made its home. The sorrow grasps my tender heart and aches to the thought of such loneliness.
From how he stands, how he speaks, how he carries himself, I can see that those wounds of sadness have made themselves into scars.
He has made peace with hope; hope that one day he’ll get to experience what we’ve all taken for granted.”
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