Best Defense

Life's Suck II

...Sean Danial Warner POV's....

I was in a state of confusion in the face of Franda. I didn't know it was that bad, I thought he was just having trouble regulating emotions, but it turned out that everything was more complex, complicated, and painful. What Franda experienced was worse than anything, and it became even worse because he himself did not allow others to help him.

Franda insists that he can get through it all even though he himself knows it is impossible, he needs help but he refuses all the help he has. Franda seemed to be standing on the edge of the abyss, preparing to jump, ignoring those of us who were shouting to hold her back, but she did not care. He threw himself into despair, mired in it, chose to give up and resigned himself to the situation.

It hurts me, for the rest of my life I never thought I'd be in such a difficult situation. Not only was I in pain to see him tormented, but I was also suffering because he was not willing to share his burden with me. My existence doesn't mean much to her, she hasn't come to believe me and left everything to me.

I exhaled in the hope that all the rest of my stomach would also come crashing down, then suddenly I gasped when I heard Franda's scream that sounded all the way to Ben's room because I was accompanying my son to sleep.

In a hurry, I jumped down from Ben's bed and galloped out to my room. When the door of the room opened, I was shocked to see Franda's body in the shadow of the darkness twitching agitatedly and she screamed so loudly, so tormented. No sign of his body stretching it subsided, even his screams sounded more hoarse and suffering, I immediately approached the bed.

"Oh my God." I shivered, squeezing my hair hard. Something terrible was clearly crashing at him in the dream. I sat on the edge of the bed, calling out his name trembling and repeatedly. "Frand... Franda."

Tears came down from the corner of Franda's tightly closed eyes while her chest and neck tightened, instantly making my heart ache. I could not bear to see him tormented any further even in a dream. My hand immediately grabbed her hand and gripped her tightly. "Franda, wakeup. Please wake up."

After the experiment shook his skinny arm many times, it was only then that Franda gasped awake. Both of his hands pulled me back, grabbed my face and he grinned his nose at my nose. With heavy breathing and chest up and down in gasps, Franda whispered softly. "Don't leave me, please don't leave me,"

My body hardened and my neck goosebumps feeling Franda's possessive and gentle touch on my face. Her hot breath burned my nerves. The scent of his body that I so longed for felt piercing my smell, making me daze for a moment. But as soon as Franda's eyes opened, she gasped backwards. Pulling his lips from the front of mine.

"Sean," he swore.

Franda rubbed her face and tucked her hair behind her ear. But the anxiety there didn't disappear. "I'm sorry," he grumbled, embarrassed. And it amazes me.

I pulled back from the bed and knelt on the floor. "It's okay, Franda. I just heard you scream, I thought something happened to you, until I didn't realize it was shaking you too hard. I'm sorry for that too."

Franda's head was still down. He avoided my deep gaze at him. "Sean, once again I apologize for bothering you. Now you can rest." I frowned.

"No," I said, standing up. "wait a minute,"

I went downstairs to get a glass of water. "Franda, do you mind if I turn on the lights?" I said as I stood in the doorway again, asking for permission because I didn't want to make him feel ashamed of his situation.

Franda simply cleared his throat and nodded frusstasi. I went to one of the walls, fingered the switch and pressed it. And now Franda's look is clearer. There was trauma, fear, and sadness raging on his face. I extended the glass of water to him and he gulped it down slowly. "Thank you, Sean." he said, putting the glass on the nightstand.

"Do you need anything else? Or is there something you want to tell me?" I asked, inwardly begging him to accept me.

"I'm fine, Sean" she replied stubbornly.

I took a deep breath and sat on the bed. "You just had a bad dream, Franda. I heard you asked someone not to leave you. You're tormented in dreams."

His sharp eating made my heart ache. But somehow it was not comparable to what he felt in his dream. I leaned my shoulders towards her and my hand touched her cheek. "You're crying, Franda. It sure tortures you a lot. You can share it with me and we can find a way out together." I said gently, smiling at him.

Franda got up quickly. It showed his thin, fragile, weak body. "Omong empty. It was just a dream. There's nothing to worry about from that. You don't have to worry about my dreams."

Franda is still beautiful. Still very pretty. It was easy for me to give up and follow his orders. But I couldn't let it go before his mood calmed down, yes, at least so. Then I said, "I'll be with you."

Franda gawked from his place. I caught up and saw him open the glass door leading to the balcony. There, he sat in a chair. His gaze was somber and empty.

The soles of my feet touched the cold granite floor while I walked up to him, sitting on a chair beside him. Carefully, I asked, "Did you dream about your parents?"

Franda threw a sharp look at me but her look was moody. "Sean," he sighed softly.

I smiled and touched her cheek again. Trying for a moment to ignore the hot sensation of coming into contact with a beam of her skin and the rest of her warm tears. "It's okay, Franda. They're your parents and you deserve to miss them."

Franda's chest expanded with a single hard breath. "Don't force me to tell you, I don't want to say anything yet."

He walked up to the balcony railing and grabbed her while looking up at the sky. I've never witnessed someone as fragile as that in a lifetime. Obviously the departure of his parents used to be very messing with his life, even until now. And that's where it all started.

I squeezed my hot hand while standing next to him. "Franda, your parents are gone from you. You don't have to be afraid of them leaving you. They're always in your heart, right?"

"Even if you can't hold them now, you can close your eyes and feel them holding you." I said. I've heard, people who have nightmares or people who are sorry, hugs from their loved ones can heal his mood. I want it to work now on Franda.

Franda did not answer me, she only glanced briefly with eyes as dark as night. I caught her shoulder, lucky she was willing to turn her body to face me.

I looked down and talked to him as softly as possible. "Close your eyes, Franda. You imagine they're around you, and they're hugging you."

"Sean, you don't have to..."

My hands cupped her tiny face and both my thumb covered her lips. Slowly, Franda closed her eyes. Her eyelashes are plump. Franda's beauty charged at me until I felt full and crowded. But I tried to hold back my own passion by continuing to wander. "Imagine they're in front of you, they smile at you, and they hug you."

Franda's body trembled again, her mouth opened and let out a slow puff. His breathing was heavy and heavy. He sniffles. Then suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at me. His gaze was full of despair and pain. "I can't imagine them, Sean. I don't know how they look. There's nothing I can remember about them." Franda was crying.

I pulled her inside me, hugging her tightly until it felt like my embrace could crush her body. Letting her cry and venting everything she felt until she felt calm, until she felt her burden slightly lifted. But Franda will not be able to calm down, until whenever the shadows after his parents will continue to haunt him.

Watching it as broken as it was, I cried to feel how much he was in pain right now. If I could, I would want me to feel all that in place, free her from the shackles of bitterness and let her live in peace.

"Cry, Franda. Take out everything you feel so I can understand how you feel. I'll always be with you no matter what, we'll get through this together. I'll be with you forever, until you're completely untied from that bond."