@rockyshaw: rewind the clock back a while and you'll find yourself sitting in the room in which you and I met for the very first time. I remember knight telling me to keep my cool and be nice, and flora just rolling her eyes. I remember looking up as you walked into that very room and seeing the light shine in your eyes, your smile radiating sunshine from each and every aspect of your face. and something in me right then changed, something I still can't place today. you aren't one for grand gestures, nala trevino. not in the slightest. so i'll try to keep this as short as possible and thanks to the 21st century I can do it electronically, because if this were via letter or whatever, written for you to read when you finally do awake from your beauty sleep, they'd be tear stained and tears are almost as strong as blood (just as emotional and metaphorically, they sting more. I understand why now). no one would pin me to have any sort of feelings towards this... travesty. because no one would ever pin us to be friends or even associates. you with your radiating sunshine and talent and beauty and perfection, and me with my... me. but I do and we are and I appreciate you more each and every day, little one. when I heard about your accident around 30 minutes ago I could've sworn that light that ignited when I first saw your eyes and heard your voice that while ago blew out, and its left a hole. a hole yearning for me to be able to pick up the phone and say hello, see if your okay, ask for hugs and ice cream. but I can't. because today is the day we've all, but you especially, been tested. been tested on our patience, on our emotional threshold and been tested on our unconditional love for you. this week has been awful for you, and everyone knows it. but you're so good at concealing your feelings I almost hate you, because you're so good at everything. its easier to just let them out though, right? because you would still be awake, radiating your goddamn sunshine if you knew that sooner. you're good at hiding things, and when you hide things, you know what gets ripped? you. your scar tissue, mainly. because scar tissue has no character. its not like skin. it doesn't show wrinkles or pores or tan. its like a cover, a cover for your emotions. it shields everything. that's why we grow it; because we all have something to hide. but sometimes it gets poisoned and the truth comes out and people get hurt and, well, you got hurt. you shouldn't of. but you did. both physically and mentally. my veins are bursting at the seams with emotion and i'm overcome with nothing but solemn upset. please, get better. I know you will. you're too strong not to. but just in case, please. I miss you. we all miss you. we need your sunshine, pretty. and everyone else: #prayfornala.
