I Know

There was a young boy. At such a young age, he was unpopular. He never enjoyed being with anyone. He pushed people away, and never liked people coming near him. His hobbies included staring out the window and sulking. You would say this was the kind of person no one would ever want to be with.

One day, a little girl chose to sit beside him in class. “Excuse me,” she said. “But may I borrow a pencil?”

The boy was confused, but he offered one to her without a word.

The girl came again. “Excuse me. Can I borrow your book? I forgot mine at home.” The boy did what she asked again.

Every day, the girl would ask for a new thing from him. Eventually, the boy got tired. “What do you want from me? You do know I just want to be alone, right?”

“I know. That’s why I’m making excuses to be your friend. Because I know you will eventually.”

For some reason, the boy had accepted that fact. He chose to let the girl be his friend. They weren’t exactly that close, but they talked from time to time now. They were getting older, until they met grade school. The time of youth wherein people weren’t afraid to express themselves.

Therefore, a bit of change was in order. He’d started dressing up for the part. He wore black and dark colors, shielding himself from the light and from humanity. But even still, the girl he’d often talk to would still continue to talk to him. She’d ask about his day, and he’d always give the same reason.

“Oh, you know. The usual.”

Still, she kept talking to him. She never missed a chance to ask how he was. She never stopped giving compliments, or telling him about new stuff. This both intrigued and annoyed the boy. “Why do you keep talking? I give you the same answer every day. I’m always bored to talk. You do know I’m practically not listening, right?”

“I know. That’s why I’m talking to you only. Because I know you will eventually.”

More years have passed for the two. They were a little bit closer now, but their friendship didn’t stop humanity. It was now the time when people weren’t afraid to break the rules. And because of that, the boy kept getting bullied. People hated him more. They picked on him, threw him in the garbage cans, name-called, and were just plain mean. The boy tried ignoring it all, but the outcome only lead to depression. This continued on for four years.

One day, a few nights before graduation, the boy was walking home. The bullies were following him, and decided to pull a prank. They pulled him aside and gagged him, before pushing his body onto an empty street. As if on cue, a speeding car was just about to run by. It seemed like the end for him.

But then the girl appeared. She managed to retrieve the body in the nick of time, just exactly when the car passed right on. The boy had never been so afraid in his life. The girl made sure to call the police by then.

The two were now staring up at the stars, sitting side by side together. It could’ve been a romantic moment. But the guy had questions. “Why did you save me?”

“We’re friends.”

“That’s not the point! You could’ve died too!”

“But you could’ve died first.”

“I’m nothing. No one knows me. I don’t like people. I push others away and I don’t behave well. Students curse at me, teachers call me a devil child, children and animals are scared of me, and even my own family members disown me. No one would care if I was alive.”

“I would care.”

“Why?”

“We’re friends.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Because I love you.”

The boy paused, a little shocked. He didn’t expect that answer. He certainly wasn’t confident with the answer he was about to bring up. “I’m sorry…I don’t like you back…”

“I know. But just being with you, being your friend is enough for me. Just stay alive, and I think everything will be fine.”

The two could only continue to sit on the ground as they stared up at the stars in silence.


Because I haven’t posted in a while XP

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