10 years ago

  I'm just a kid who has just lost my parents due to a car accident. . . Thanks to that fucking hero who left us to die. And now, currently sit in the park while watching other kids having fun with their parents with envy

  "Frost diamond had just helped orphans from the burning orphanage house! "

  "Thanks to him, our lives are safe. . .! "

  "Fucking fake hero. . .! " I hiss to myself while remembering the news just right after I wake up from my three-day coma

  "I hate him. . . Hate him for just wanting fame. . . Hate him for only doing good deeds in camera. . . I wish he were dead. . . Die while suffering, you scum. . .! "

  And from that moment, some kind of fire ignited inside me.

  Not a kind of fire from warmth.

  Not a kind of fire from envy to everyone's happiness.

  Fire of wanting those kinds of heroes DEAD.

  "I hate heroes. . . "

  I said solemnly before looking up at the sky as if the stars themselves mocked me. . .

  . . . Or pity me, it's just the same at this point

  "I hate constellations for this. . . "

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  I looked straight at the kids with their families, enjoying their day, doing random things at this park

  Something that I also could have experienced as well

  ". . . I envy those kids. . . " I said to myself and buried my head between my knees

  "Hey there buddy, you alone? "

  That's when I look up, and see a kid just a year older than me look at me with pity but friendly eyes before sitting down beside me.

  ". . . You look hurt"

  ". . . Leave me alone"

  I try to dismiss him, not that I didn't appreciate the act of kindness, despite deep down in my heart, I want someone to comfort me. . .

  I just really want to be alone right now.

  That's when I thought, I just throw away what could possibly heal me

  That I just make a sunshine kid feel disgusted at me for my cold act.

  But instead of leaving and crying out loud from my cold act. He just sat down beside me and kept talking.

  ". . . I don't know what kind of pain you're in right now, but I will be glad to help" He said softly while looking at me

  ". . . Help with what? It's not like you can fix it now"

  "Yeah, I know that"

  ". . . So wh-"

  "But it doesn't mean I should have just let it keep being broken, right? If I can't fix it right now, I'll learn how to fix it, piece by piece"

  I looked at him. Gazed deeply at him. Because there's something different about him.

  Something that made him and other kids I encountered wasn't the same

  Something that my relatives, and even my therapist, didn't have for me.

  Understanding

  From the way he talks, and how his eyes looked at me, it's like we've been friends for ages.

  But. . . Why?

  Why would he want to fix something that is broken when he can find a good one?

  ". . . What benefit will you get from trying to fix me anyway? "

  My question lingered for a few seconds. I'm hoping he replied with some favor, maybe loyalty, or be his crime partner. . . I don't know

  But I know that nothing is free. That's the harsh reality I learn since little

  But instead, he chuckles and replies softly to me. With his own sassy joke

  "What do you mean by 'benefit', you dumbass? What kind of friend does that? "

  . . .

  Friend?

  ". . . Friend? I-I'm sorry, but we don't even know-"

  "Do friends need to know each other to become friends? I may look naive but it doesn't mean I'm dumb. I understand you, so that makes you my friend. "

  I just looked at him long, dumbfounded. Is that really what it should take to become friends?

  I don't know him. Hell, it wasn't even full 5 minutes since we talked.

  But somehow, in that moment, I feel like I just got my first friend.

  He then stood up and offered a hand to me. It makes me feel like the constellations have sent their savior to me

  "Alright, get up buddy, me and my lil sis could use extra play buddy. . . And another judge, haha"

  I stared at his hand for a moment before I took his hand, with him just smiling at me like we were already best friends for 10 years

  I don't know why, but I liked being his friend

  Because for the first time, it makes me feel. . . Appreciated

  ". . . Name's Dani. You? "

  "Call me Syed, buddy. Nice to finally become friends with you. "