Tell Me More

                                    

                                          
(Kaminari)
                          
"They.. uh, yeah that person broke my heart. Not just broke, shattered. And I'm not on the make any time soon," The orchid eyed guy in front of me finishes up his life in a nutshell. I couldn't help it, I leaped out of the small bed and ran into the other, but with my arms around him. Tightly. Comforting him, hopefully. 
                          
I didn't quite know exactly how he felt or what he was going through, but I understood. He didn't have to tell me that much... I thought. This guy. No wonder he comes to the bar. Yeah sure, maybe he does like my music, but I'm pretty sure he only comes here to relieve his stress.
                          
After a second or two, I feel a spark shock against my back. It was his warm arms, holding me tight. The spark felt natural, and actually calmed me down. I pull away after a few more seconds of just embracing the empathy, looking at him. Actually seeing him. 
                          
"Now I really don't know who has a worse history," I say to myself as I chuckle nervously and turn the other way. Though I didn't care if he heard me, he's my friend now, and I didn't mind it staying like that. Sure he was hot. He was very attractive. But that means I just get to brag to Jirou and all the girls who like him that he's my best friend. Though I should probably leave out the "only" part. 
                          
"What do you mean?" He asks calmly, finally actually sitting down on the stool he pulled out from under the desk, firstly covering it with his navy coat. I flop my back down onto the bed. My golden blonde hair spraying around my head like the sun, my arms out wide, almost touching the rimed edges of my bed. I sigh as I explain to him what I've been through, sitting up in the process.
                          
"Well at first my mom died when I was born. She didn't go to a hospital because there was apparently no time. My dad told me she had me in the bathtub. And because of the water, she died from blood loss draining into the tub-" My voice cracks. I've never had to say this story out loud before. It was definitely harder than I thought it was going to be. As tears swim gently on the edge of my eyes, Shinsou stands up and sits to my left. I continue, "A few years of barely having any friends, my dad grew very sick and was told by a doctor he had at best four years to live. I quit school, just before high school and searched for small jobs. After a year of taking care of dad, I found this place. Knowing my luck, I've been here for almost three years... and he.." My throat closes up. 
                          
I can't do this.
                          
I can't.
                          
I can't. I can't. I can't.
                          
"Hey it's okay, you don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable." He comforts me. I nod firmly, letting one glistening, reflective tear stream down my left cheek. Making it more noticeable for Shinsou. I proceed anyways.
                          
"It's only fair, you told me yours," He doesn't argue, and I gratefully continue, "He passed, and I lived in the rented house we lived in until I couldn't afford to pay for it anymore. Then I moved in here, taking some of the house supplies with me. The only thing I really got separate was my song book over there." I point over at the reflective leather book on the desk.
                          
"Wow.. uh," He hesitates, "I think you win for most tragic backstory."
                          
"Y-Yeah.. probably," I giggle while wiping away the little bit of tears on my face. He moves a little closer to me for comfort. It helps a bit, helps me realize that I now have one more person in my life that could look after me.
                          
Please don't deal with my problems... I don't want to be a burden.
                          
"Hey it's okay, I'm here for you if you need anything. We're friends now right?" He asks. And I nod slowly, leaning in closer. Trying not to make it look weird. I feel like it's getting too warm as I get closer to the other, so I casually lean the other way.