Pain doesn't heal, you can cover it up, but it doesn't heal. Were all damaged, bruised, broken, lost, but not all of need mending. You can only fix someone else once you fix yourself, or you'll carry on how broken and lost you are to others. You might find light somewhere in this dark world, but until then, your adjusted into it.
I paced around my dorm, wondering about Lucas and Asia. Asia, on the other hand, had a date already. I didn't care much about it, I had other things to worry about after all. I continued to pace, questioning myself a bit.
I haven't seen Lucas since yesterday, after all. A young boy name Kuso was getting married, and I didn't care much about that either. It reminded me that Ace had a life outside of the thick walls of Hogwarts, a mother, father, sister and brother. He had a girlfriend that had plans to marrying Ace in the future. It seems like I dwell too much on his death, like I'm stuck in one place. I'm paralyzed, I can't move or do anything.
I stopped pacing. I stared at the wooden wall, my mind filled with regrets. Why didn't I ever think of what Lucas thought of this? He's human too, not just a robotic laugh machine. He barely smiled like he used to lately, and he seemed uninterested in that half-blood Hufflepuff boy.
It must be hard to not be able to see the world, enjoy the beauty of it. But when you can't see the beauty of it, you tend to be kinder, not judge people by the way they looked or the way they looked at you. Love someone for who they truly are.
I heard a loud thudding at the door. "Who is it?" I said, walking over to the thick, wooden door. "It's Lucas," said a dull voice. I let him in, smiling at him. He wore a green shirt and baggy pants. "Hey, Tom." Lucas walked in the room, collapsing on his bed.
"I'm sorry Lucas, I truly am." I said in remorse. "Fo-for what?" he stuttered. "For not thinking about you the way that I should," I sighed, going to my own bed with a sad look on my face.
"I forgive you. For Ace's death. I never knew how he died, how did he?" Lucas asked, in a concerned way. "Uh-I don't know, he just fainted." I lied. "How can a faint cause blood and a fire?" he asked once more. "I can't lie to you anymore, but the truth is too much for you."
"Then how is it not enough for you?! Don't act like you don't cry everyday. It's pretty obvious that your way too sensitive." Lucas said, making me think about it. Lucas was always the strong one, not me. He always stayed so strong through it all, so kind a supportive, not me. I would break down in instance.
"I don't know," I said quietly. "I'm sorry, Tom, it's just, I' concerned." Lucas went over to me with a smile. "It's okay, I'm here for you."
Short chapter, sorry! I have so much school!