He’s seen him before as Cole sat in his usual spot atop a stone railing. Each time, the hurt in his eyes becomes more obvious. He wanted to help, but he wasn’t sure how to approach him. Like many others, this man was one who buried his pain; those people were harder to help. They build walls that are hard to break, and generally they don’t admit that they need help.
But today seemed to be lucky, as this man approached the stone railing, to answer a call, it seemed. Cole hung his head low as the man approached, his entire face hidden by his giant hat. His feet swung, and he waited until he was finished. “You lock it away, like so many others. You think it will help, but it never does. It only grows bigger and it eats you away.”
His head was hung still hung low, and his feet were still swinging. He never made eye contact at first, because a lot of the time, people didn’t want his help. They’d think he was a freak, weird, and want nothing to do with him. In reality, he just had a very good eye for people in pain. He just wanted to help.