"It is hard" I finally said. I turned around and looked at him. "Living is so f***ing hard, you know? And I am not strong enough to do that any longer." My voice was buried under my tears. I could barely hear myself, but still he heard me. He was crying. Finally admitting it made it so... real. "Why are you crying?"
"Because I cannot understand you!" He was nearly screaming. So broken. So hurt.
"Hardly anyone does..." I whispered. They are all so happy with their lives, how could they understand me?
"You are so strong."
What?, I thought.
"You are the strongest person I have ever met."
I didn't know what to say.
"I am not blind. I knew you weren't alright, but I didn't know how to help. I didn't know how to fix that." He looked at me in a way he did never before. "But I knew you would stay alive until I figured that out, because you are strong enough to. Because you are a fighter."