I had barely spoken, sitting there doing my best to be there for my friend, while battling the temptation to speak out when Zaine seemed so reluctant to. He had to share how he felt for things to improve, but I knew that his fear was stopping him; yet other than the slight encouragement I offered, it was not my place to speak for him. However, the moment his father had begun to speak, I knew it was time to remain silent. He was sharing things that Zaine evidently needed to know. Things that had remained hidden. And, from the expression upon his face, he may not be taking them too well…
“Blade?” He whispered from next to me.
His father nodded, suddenly seeming to avoid his son’s gaze. I think I had come to the same conclusion as Zaine, but maybe there was more to this than we were realiz
