"My father was a good man, my mother. . . It's complicated," he began. "But they were both religious and God-fearing. So why'd God let so many bad things happen to me? First he took my father, then he took my mother, then he took away my childhood. Why?"
I only said the first thing that came to mind. His blue eyes staring intently at the road ahead of us were full of pain and sadness, and in that moment I just wanted to hold him in my arms.
"I don't know," I told him frankly. "Life, suffering. . . These are all tests to see how strong we are."
"I just want the pain to go away," he told me, his voice soft and mellow.
We were quiet for a while, until Leslie abruptly broke the silence.
"Sorry about that," he said, trying to recover with a nervous chuckle. "Enough about me. This trip was supposed to be about you."
"If you still have things on your mind I don't mind listening," I said to him.
"Gosh I really don't deserve you," he chuckled. "Even after everything I did you still stick around."
"Maybe it's because I don't have anyone else to choose from," I teased.
I immediately regretted saying that, the look on his face genuinely hurt and surprised. Sometimes, in some aspects, Leslie was more innocent than I was.
"I'm kidding," I told him. "Sorry."
"O-of course," he stuttered, his cheeks glowing red. "I knew that."
"Well, if you really want to know," I said. "You're really warm and caring, but sometimes you just don't want to admit that."
"Oh," he replied. "Yeah, I guess."
Conversations with Leslie always ended up with the occasional awkward moments of silence, but to be honest I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Right," he suddenly blurted out. "I uh- I picked some meadow flowers back there. It's in the back seat, I folded them in those napkins."
"That's so sweet of you," I said, reaching out for them.
Inside the napkins were a few stalks of forget-me-nots, as well as a few loose petals and heads of flowers.
"They're really pretty," I told him. "I like them."
"Thank goodness you do," he said, chuckling nervously. "I-I just thought that since you're the girl in this relationship and girls like flowers right? But a-at the same time you're not a girl, you're a boy, so I was really nervous that you wouldn't like the flowers-"
He stopped when he saw me raise an eyebrow.
"Did I say something wrong?" Leslie blurted out. "I-I'm sorry."
There he goes again, that bundle of awkwardness. Sure, if you didn't know him what he said could've raised a few eyebrows, but I knew he never meant any offense. As inappropriate and strange as what he said may seem, it was still a cute gesture.
"No," I told him. "You didn't. And I really appreciate it."
That's when the young man's lips broke into a thin, awkward smile. It was the first time he did ever since he began talking about his past just earlier. I knew it was always hard to talk about it, but who else could he talk to besides me? I was just glad I could be there for him.
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