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The moon reflected on the water that Baseball sat above. The wood creaked and swayed with the wind. Baseball couldn't really feel it tho, he was numb as ever. He sat, trying to feel something, anything.
Suitcase stood over to the side, watching. She knew their last dock talk didn't go so well.. but she wanted to try again. She couldn't deal with the idea of her not getting the closure, the feel that they finally have something, even with all that's happened.
Suitcase walked back to the dock, standing near the object. Baseball was still catatonic.
"Hey Baseball, what's up?"
Baseball finally snapped himself out. He seemed emotional, at least more than before. He turned around to her, having a slight shutter at the sound of her voice.
"Suitcase I-uh.. have a question."
She didn't awswer, prompting him to keep talking.
"Do you ever feel lonely?"
Oh. Ohhhhh. Suitcase knew exactly how that was. She sat down next to him, already steadying herself to be here a while. "Yea..a little close to home, actually."
"Yeah. This feels terrible.." it was werid for him to say, considering he can't feel anything. Maybe he feels both. He doesn't know.
Suitcase couldn't stand the way that felt when she was younger. Back then, this drove her nuts. "Yea, it was kinda the reason I tried to uh- how do I put this.."
Baseball didn't really know what she meant. He was expecting a story, maybe a little insight to her past life.
"Uhm- off myself? That's the best way I can put this..."
"Oh-oh god."
"It was a long while ago, I changed from then. Im a lot happier now. Kinda."
Baseball turned his head around, looking over with a bit of surprise. Well damn. I guess she does know exactly how he felt then. "Guess we both feel the same then."
"D-do you want a hug? Or like-anything." He said after a few seconds of silence.
"That would be nice." She wasn't really sure what kind of hug he could give her. Baseball realized his mistake. "Oh-well I guess-not a hug then, but like any-"
She leaned herself next to him, giving him a honest smile. He seriously needed it.
He leaned back on her, loosening up a bit. Tears leaked out of his eyes and he tried his very best to not cry right then and there.
Suitcase could tell, she herself was trying not to cry either. She was doing a much better job, it seemed. "It's gonna be okay..it really will be." She tapped him on the knee, showing him such.
Baseball couldn't keep himself together anymore. He cried, loudly. He cried with all his strength, anything he had. He wanted to scream, smash something, show how he was feeling. He felt pathetic for crying like a baby, but he didn't know how else to show his emotions. Suitcase sat next to him, tears now streaking her face. It was hard. Everything that has happened had been hard.
After what felt like forever, Baseball calmed down. His sobs trickled to sniffles and little gasps. With his shaky voice, he choked out an apology. "Im so sorry." He didn't try to speak more, he would've just cried.
"It's okay. I get it, this hurts."
"It does. I don't even know how to explain how it hurts, but it fucking hurts. I feel..everything!"
"I know, it does."
"Ho-How do you handle it? All of it?"
Suitcase wasn't sure if she was allowed to awswer this. She stumbled on her words, trying to find the right things to say.
"You just gotta kinda.. figure it out? Therapy helps, I started doing that." She felt a twinge of discomfort at the word therapy, seeing how she's only started a month ago.
"I didn't know you were in therapy?" He questioned her,
".. You're actually the first person to know im in therapy. Other than my therapist, obviously."
Baseball did give a little laugh at that last part. It was kinda nice to see this new part of her, where she felt less like a nervous wreck and more like a older sister, in a way.
Suitcase cut the giggles with her voice. "Hey, can you look over the lake?" Baseball gave her a look, but did what she told. All they both saw were refections.
"See how we're both there. Even with everything that has happened, we're still here. Nothing can really change that, can it?" Suitcase looked at him with a small smile, "We made it past all of that, and if we did it once, we can do it again."
Baseball understood what she ment, as much as he kinda hated it. Tears came back to his eyes as he looked into her and gave her a simple nod.
Maybe all of this wouldn't be so hard after all. At least, won't be with a friend.