W hen I find myself alone in the pain. When I feel like I have absolutely no one to turn to. When I wish the hurt would stop. When I don't know what to do. When I feel completely lost. When my eyes just won't stop welling up. When I don't want to bother anyone with my hurt, my pain. When I know that everyone has other responsibilities. I don't want to interrupt them with my hurt. When I have thought about all of the ways to make the hurt stop. When I am tired of putting on my strong face for others to see. When I am tired of the tears welling up, filling already soggy eyes. When I am tired of the tears, tears that roll non-stop over my cheeks. When I don't want to hurt the ones that I love the most. When it seems like those who are supposed to love me don't get who I am. When no one has any idea of the pain my smile hides. When I am worried about being forever labeled by others. When I am the one that everyone counts on for strength. When I never show any weakne...
Here they were in Badalona. Years later and years older. Four trails of tracks, they tracked the beach of the Mediterranean Sea as the four of them met to remember Aiden. They had all met up in Barcelona from the states, like they had done years before, and took the train to Badalona along the beach, Aiden’s favorite place in the world, and they knew this because they had all traveled the world together with him. This was the place that brought them together. This was the place they came to by fate. This was the place they found together and this was why Aiden loved Badalona, for one time in his life he had everything he needed. He had his friends, he had his life, and he had Badalona. For Aiden, it was the life force that he didn’t want to leave, but he had to. But they had brought him back like they promised. This place and the places around it had changed all of them, it had made all of them who they were today, stronger. And when they reached the water, the waves coming back ...