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You couldn't help but smile, really.
The old man lay in the bed, waiting to die. What more could he do, but live through his life... and look back on it. Hell. Some times. Some times.
Nothing was to hate, nothing left to love, just hope they're all mature enough to understand, understand that, you know, this was it. No more life now, don't miss him, because, you know, he's had his time, and in his opinion, he's lived long, long enough. Life wasn't much more to him now, he'd learnt enough. Really.
And there stood the only one he ever really cared about, and they both knew it. The boy stood there, and the man thought... he smiled, smiled to himself, smiled to the boy. The boy walked towards him...
But the boy didn't smile.
The boy didn't take his hand.
The boy just looked him in the eye, closed them, and ran away.
That was the last time they met.
So what did the man do?
Did the man give up hope for all he had travelled?
That his best friend had run out on him?
Not understood his pain like he should have?
All he had learnt?
Did he forgive the boy?
Understand the boy?
Like he always did?
The boy knows now.
And the boy is glad.
The old man lay in the bed, waiting to die. What more could he do, but live through his life... and look back on it. Hell. Some times. Some times.
Nothing was to hate, nothing left to love, just hope they're all mature enough to understand, understand that, you know, this was it. No more life now, don't miss him, because, you know, he's had his time, and in his opinion, he's lived long, long enough. Life wasn't much more to him now, he'd learnt enough. Really.
And there stood the only one he ever really cared about, and they both knew it. The boy stood there, and the man thought... he smiled, smiled to himself, smiled to the boy. The boy walked towards him...
But the boy didn't smile.
The boy didn't take his hand.
The boy just looked him in the eye, closed them, and ran away.
That was the last time they met.
So what did the man do?
Did the man give up hope for all he had travelled?
That his best friend had run out on him?
Not understood his pain like he should have?
All he had learnt?
Did he forgive the boy?
Understand the boy?
Like he always did?
The boy knows now.
And the boy is glad.
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You couldn't help but smile, really.
The old man lay in the bed, waiting to die. What more could he do, but live through his life... and look back on it. Hell. Some times. Some times.
Nothing was to hate, nothing left to love, just hope they're all mature enough to understand, understand that, you know, this was it. No more life now, don't miss him, because, you know, he's had his time, and in his opinion, he's lived long, long enough. Life wasn't much more to him now, he'd learnt enough. Really.
And there stood the only one he ever really cared about, and they both knew it. The boy stood there, and the man thought... he smiled, smiled to himself, smiled to the boy. The boy walked towards him...
But the boy didn't smile.
The boy didn't take his hand.
The boy just looked him in the eye, closed them, and ran away.
That was the last time they met.
So what did the man do?
Did the man give up hope for all he had travelled?
That his best friend had run out on him?
Not understood his pain like he should have?
All he had learnt?
Did he forgive the boy?
Understand the boy?
Like he always did?
The boy knows now.
And the boy is glad.
The old man lay in the bed, waiting to die. What more could he do, but live through his life... and look back on it. Hell. Some times. Some times.
Nothing was to hate, nothing left to love, just hope they're all mature enough to understand, understand that, you know, this was it. No more life now, don't miss him, because, you know, he's had his time, and in his opinion, he's lived long, long enough. Life wasn't much more to him now, he'd learnt enough. Really.
And there stood the only one he ever really cared about, and they both knew it. The boy stood there, and the man thought... he smiled, smiled to himself, smiled to the boy. The boy walked towards him...
But the boy didn't smile.
The boy didn't take his hand.
The boy just looked him in the eye, closed them, and ran away.
That was the last time they met.
So what did the man do?
Did the man give up hope for all he had travelled?
That his best friend had run out on him?
Not understood his pain like he should have?
All he had learnt?
Did he forgive the boy?
Understand the boy?
Like he always did?
The boy knows now.
And the boy is glad.