“How do I explain to him Pres that I feel like I am falling apart?” Zaine’s words were filled with heartache, heartache that was mirrored within his gaze as he looked back at me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I just wanted to make things better for my friend. He did not deserve to feel like this. I wished he saw himself as I did. So much stronger than he realized. And so much stronger than his father gave him credit for.
“You aren’t falling apart, Zee, you just need to be allowed to do things your way. If they allowed you to do that then I know you could flourish. The pressure they place upon you is the thing that will tear you down and destroy you.” I said softly.
There was a wry chuckle that felt like it vibrated through my skull, where he had rested his chin upon my head. “O
