#cosmicursed

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 @cosmicursed   (  cont.  )

maybe  it’s  obvious  ,  his  current  state .          whatever plight he’s dealing with , however , is not . it’s curious , the way he’s been dodging questions   &   abstaining from giving too much information . all information cooper barely has , anyway  …

              she mentions something to cooper , she says  — if you need a friend . is that what they are  ? friends  ?                 everything had been taken away from him , his whole life was different . all because of something he can’t even begin to interpret . things taken  —  that included friends , too . so cooper’s heart gives a harder beat than the others   &   he’s breathless for an invisible moment .

              “   thank you .   ”  he looks away , looks down at his lap .   “   really , i appreciate that more than you can imagine  …  but i don’t know how to talk about this . i don’t know where to begin .   ”   &   there was the issue of one thinking he’s mad . absolutely batshit ;  off his rocker .               fists clench until his knuckles whiten ,   &   he finally looks back up at her to give a forced smile , trying to express the genuine gratitude he feels buried beneath everything .

              AN    ENCOURAGING    SMILE    SPREAD    across    her    features.            ‘   just    start    with    whatever    you    feel    comfortable    sharing.    sometimes    words    don’t    have    to    make    any    sense,    it’s    sharing    them    out    loud    what    helps.   ’                    she    was    very    careful    as    she    phrased    her    words,    eager    to    make    this    as    comfortable    for    him    as    she    was    able    to.    the    young    woman    knew    those    moments    all    too    well    herself.    moments    when    your    mind    is    too    crowded    with    pain    and    confusion    to    make    any    sense.    they    only    way    to    regain    at    least    the    illusion    of    order    in    her    head    during    those    times    was    to    spit    out    every    thought    which    haunts    her.    she    was    lucky    that    most    times    her    sister    was    close    and    more    than    willing    to    listen    to    her    cluttered    words.    who    knows,    maybe    she    was    able    to    provide    something    similar    to    the    man    in    front    of    her.          ‘   or    we    don’t    have    to    talk    about    it.    I    don’t    wanna    brag,    but    pretty    good    at    filling    silence    too.   ’       she grinned.