They say that saying sorry was hard, but it was only now that I realized that asking for help was just as hard or perhaps even harder than apologizing.
"Pl…ease help me."
Uttering those words, it felt as though I used up all of the strength inside of my body.
I felt completely drained of energy.
Almost as though I had sprinted a full marathon. Uneasiness swept my body, and my heart beat faster.
Yet, despite feeling this way, the feeling I got after the initial lethargic sensation wasn't all too bad.
I felt this sense of relief wash over my body.
As though a heavy boulder had been lifted off of my shoulder, finally allowing me to stand up straight again. I couldn't quite explain it in words, but it just felt liberating.
"Haaa…"
I deeply exhaled.
"It's okay."
It was then that Kevin finally spoke.
Taking a step forward, with his hand on my shoulder, he looked at the moon in the sky.
