No, I'm not talking about a broken arm. More like...a broken heart.
See, I don't know why, but I've always felt other people's feelings more acutely than my own, as if mine are...muffled. So, with my close friends especially, I share their happiness, excitement...and sorrow.
My friend just got dumped by his girlfriend. I'm good friends with both.
She had told me that morning what she was going to do; drew me aside and whispered it. I could see the regret in her eyes, though I knew it wasn't for the end...but for hurting him. I had known this would happen sooner rather than later, though, seeing him so happy...I wished it would go on forever.
I saw him that morning. He was...just fine. Just as he always was, since her. I smiled at him, laughed with him, like I always do. Could he see the sadness I was trying to hide? Could he tell that I knew what he'd be in just a few hours? An empty shell.
I saw him after lunch. He was trying to act normal, but I know him too well. I've seen that mask he shows to the world before, and I couldn't be fooled.
Without saying a word, I gave him a quick hug. He didn't move, but I'm pretty sure it was what he needed.
The last I saw of him today, he was putting away weights, moving robotically. It had taken him a while to figure out that I knew, but he knows now.
I texted him after school, asking if he was doing okay.
He said he broke down after football.
God...he's always been so strong...that alone nearly had me crying. I could feel my throat close up and my mind go numb.
I was in rehearsal, but when I finally got to check my phone next, he asked me not to tell her how torn up he was inside. He was going through all of this, and all he wanted was her happiness.
"I love her, and if I was to cause her such pain, I don't know how I could forgive myself."
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