I don’t even remember the last time I had been this emotional in a single day.
Before Rose, crying was a rare occurrence for me. I learned at a young age that crying for things never fixed them, it just ripped more control that I never had in the first place away. Crying for my mom did nothing. Crying over what happened 13 years ago did nothing either.
I was a calm cool and collected young boy. A model student. A“true art-eest” with such a “bright young mind!!”. And sure, I could be all those things easily. I had a good friend or two, just enough of a social life to pass for normal, but most importantly, just enough to not add attention to myself, or rather, my interests.
Humans are a rather taboo topic.
Not because there’s anything wrong with them, but just because hardly anyone believes in them anymore. Every year the history textbooks write about them less, and every year they becom