1. You blurted it out. It was something about work. Something happened. And this time, you just, you exhaled it with... I can't really tell. Was that fear? I answered seconds after hearing you. Which is not normal. Not for me, at least. I have always regarded myself as someone who overreacts. But not this time.
I saw you. Your face, your reaction. Your eyes were straight to where we're headed. You smiled very weakly. You told me what happened but you weren't just telling a story. You were feeling it. It affected you. Not in a good way.
I saw you. You wanted me to say something. I did nothing.
2. He exhaled. He was thinking about everything. I knew it. It was in his nature. To stress himself and think up to tiny bit of everything. I hated that part of him. I wished he care less for people. It was too much for his own good. He's not young anymore. Truth is, he's been under the weather lately. His doctor [not a good one, but is who he can afford] told him it was arthritis. Then, diabetes. We fear that there is more, if not worse.
I saw him. He sacrificed huge for all of us. He gave his whole life and being. Everything. It made him weak. He was barely holding on. I think, to my promise, the most.
I saw him. Old and weak. I had closed my eyes.
Written for Truth Thursdays.
* Two [someone]s. One story. Them I love most. Them I disappoint, constantly.
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