There is a certain boy who walks the same earth we do. His world is a different city, but our lives have only briefly intersected through family friends.
He has experienced what we can never imagine. He has died twice, both revived, and then almost died again.
But when we met, I saw someone living in their own world, guided by the light of his own lantern down his own paved path, where nobody will interfere with what he feels he has to do.
He is described as callous. Unfeeling. Inconsiderate. But look what he's been through. I saw him sprawled on the couch, swallowed up in the world of Borderlands and Mad Max, and I wondered...what thoughts slumber inside his head? How did those experiences change him?
I will probably never know, because we have never talked, at all.
The thought of him always reminds me to never have a quicksilver tongue, never be fast to judge others, because you really don't have an idea what they have been through.
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