I really do just wanna help.” Dave watched the other man go to the couch and sit. Sure he could be okay, but with his cancer, it was going to be more difficult to be just okay.
Those were things that Kurt wasn’t properly ready to accept. “No,” he shook his head, “I won’t be okay,” Kurt sighed and rubbed his arm, “but you can’t help me because I have cancer.” He smiled faintly at David and shrugged his shoulders.
It’s not even the fact whether they’re homeless or not, because believe me, most of these people sitting next me look to be Class-A business men and women. I do know how to drive, but having a car is hectic in the city.
It’s actually more of the mere whiff of odor protruding from their bodies that forcibly begs me to regurgitate my breakfast. Anyone who can’t take a proper shower, or put on enough deodorant shouldn’t be allowed outside. You have to remember that not there are a lot of people in New York who don’t have the privilege of showers. However, I do get disgusted by those individuals whenever I ride on the bus when going to school.
Brianna walked to the roof of the apartment, everything was playing on her mind, all the reasons why she left home.
She had her camera she started taking some nice shots when something reminded her of her ex boyfriend, she needed to move on but she couldn’t.
Everything reminded her of the times they loved each other too the times he would beat her.
She stood there at the wall at the end of the roof of the apartment and let out tears, she didn’t know how to react she just wanted everything from her past gone.
She hated feeling the pain, it was horrible and she still had some of the scars and she sighed as she fell to the ground and curled into a bull and cried.
“Don’t jump,” Kurt spoke suddenly when he saw the blonde girl standing near the edge of the apartment building.