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What makes life so worth treading? What makes everything that you once believe to be so wrong, seem so right in the end? For me, it was a pair of eyes. Eyes that concentrated on me yet looked deeper, as if penetrating the darkest recesses of my soul. One of those rare meetings my father spoke about so many years ago. This had to be one of those situations. At least, that's what the ache in my chest was telling me.
"S, sir?" spoke the eyes. These eyes spoke with a tone whicj was hard to identify at that moment. Maybe it was the fact that my mind was still concentrated on something entirely diffenent. "Sir? Are you okay? It's not good for you to be out here like this!"
It then struck me of what it was saying, as tears of rain fell around me. Looking around, it became obvious that I was on the outskirts of what was a playground. I looked back towards those eyes, only to be more surprised of who it was standing above me. A mere child. She seemed so young, almost in her early teens, possibly younger. Her bangs barely covered her green orbs, called eyes. As for her body, overall, she looked so delicate, I couldn't help but wonder who exacly was the one who needed to be inside.
"I'm...fine," I replied, slowly getting on my feet. The weight of the pain began to fall on the ball of my heels, as I then slipped and crashed back into the same position. The cool feeling of the water, hitting my rear, sent waves of chills throughout the rest of my being. My eyes closed, seconds before I felt something soft trace my damp cheeks. I didn't even have to open them to see that it was that kid, caressing my cheek.
"You're not fine and you know it," she said warmly. "In fact, in I don't get you inside, right this minute, no tellin' how long before you get sick, or worse!" Her hands move lower, taking hold of my soaked shirt. "Now at the count of three we're going to sit you up and put your arm around my shoulder, okay?"
Barely open, my eyes looked at her before looking away in agreement. "R, right...."
"Alright; 1..........2.......," she started, placing her other arm around me. I started moving my left arm, slowly over her, grasping her left shoulder tightly. It was easy to notice her flinch a bit. At that moment she yelled, "3," which brought us to simultaneously move to our feet. My mind came to a complete halt, as the pain overwhlemed each movement. "Alright then; our next stop is to find you some help," was the last thing I heard before shutting my eyes.
Treading water beneath my feet, I pushsed forward with my small saviour. Every few minutes, I adjusted my body to alieviate some of my weight off of her body. Of course, each time I did, she would increase her grip around my waist. Truthfully, I was hating every second of it. When I opened my eyes once more, I noticed that my crutch was struggling far more than I imagined. You could definitely see the struggle in that pale face. On a side-note; it was quite an adorable sight to behold. It also made me forget what condition I was in.
