I don’t know how to handle this.
His pain makes mine look like a paper-cut. And I want to help him. I want to be the angel who helped him, or at least the friend who didn’t give up. But I don’t have the answers. I don’t know what to do.
This is the first time I’ve wished I were a religious person, so I could ask God for help and strength. But I can’t. So I’m asking an abstract idea like fate, and destiny and that bullshit.
What. Do. I. Do? How do you save someone who has given up on themselves?
I can’t lose him. I will not watch him die.