I pushed him away and stood up, getting off the couch. "I don't know what you want me to fucking do! I've never had to help a friend deal with this! I don't know! I just want you better! Do I want you to fucking throw a party? No I don't. I loved your parents too, damn it. Your mother was like my own. I was closer to your father than I was mine! Do you think I'm not hurting? No, because I'm attempting to be strong for you because you're obviously hurting more than I am. I want you to realize that I am fucking trying to help you. If you want silence, fine. I'll be silent. If you want me to be here then fine. But that's all I'll do. I won't talk, I won't do anything because everything I attempt to do makes you more upset." I said, wiping my eyes because I had begun to cry.
"I'll be in your room, Jimin if you want to come too." I muttered, turning and heading upstairs for his room. I shut the door, and crawled into his bed, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't know how to help him. I felt like I was causing more harm than good. I just wanted him to not hurt anymore.
"I'll be in your room, Jimin if you want to come too." I muttered, turning and heading upstairs for his room. I shut the door, and crawled into his bed, pulling my knees to my chest. I didn't know how to help him. I felt like I was causing more harm than good. I just wanted him to not hurt anymore.
December 12th, 2014 at 07:35pm