Translation
A Little Thank You
A little thank you
Title: A Little Thank You
Author (s): Ayu (alec_chan)
Prompt: # 052 - Reality
Rating: PG-15
Content: Timothy writes his worries off his soul
Notes: Just a little short piece ...
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Some things are not what you might think they are. My life is just like these things. I don't know what people think when they see me, but I don't think they can look behind my facade ... Most see me as just the young, helpful man who tries hard to achieve his goals but never really gets far. At least that's what many believe.
I often wonder what these people think, that they simply draw conclusions and are sure that a person has to be what they see them. In which case does this ever apply? I mean well, of course there are people who, for example, are unsympathetic from the beginning and in the end it turns out that they really aren't the nicest people. But despite everything, I am of the opinion that one should not be too hasty in judging.Maybe that's something that embarrasses me, after all, I don't seldom manage to get caught up in strange situations, but what should I do? I don't want to change myself for others and I certainly won't do anything that I think I shouldn't do or something that I'm not comfortable with at all. Is it wrong to just want to help people without ulterior motives? Without having to worry about getting hurt? I just do not understand...
If someone reads this, they will also ask themselves what I actually want, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what happened, the only thing that matters is the fact that I'm so sick of it all. Why do I always have to stand in the middle and watch how everything is decided over my head, how everyone is having fun at my expense or just standing by because other people just think that I would never get anything done on my own anyway .Why doesn't anyone want to give me a chance to just prove myself? I know I act like a clown a lot, trying to make others laugh. Yeah, I make mistakes, but doesn't everyone? Yeah, I don't know all that maybe I should know, but when no one tells me something is different ... how do I know what's wrong?
Humans are confusing creatures only after their own profit, at least during this time. That's why I'm glad that I finally met someone who isn't like that. This should actually be a happier entry, after all I'm actually very happy right now, but sometimes I just can't help being surprised and between all these confusing, hurtful thoughts I get lost and can't find my way out. But that's exactly where he found me. I don't know how he managed to pull me out of this vortex of recurring thoughts, but he did. He, Danny, just stepped into my life one day and decided to settle in ... Something I'm very grateful to him for.My God, I hope he never reads this .. Because that's something I would probably never tell him personally, but if it weren't for him, where would I be in this lonely world.
Because whatever comes, one thing should never be forgotten, you need friends, no matter how much you let the cold reality get to you. Nobody should have to walk this path alone. And that's why I'm really happy to have him with me ...
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Sighing, Timothy put the pen aside, brushed a strand of black hair from his face, and reread what he had just written. It had been a long time since he took out his little black book to record what he was feeling, but today it seemed just right.
"hey, Timmy! Hurry up or we'll be late!" came a soft, dark voice from the next room and Timothy couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I'm already on my way ..." he replied, stowed away his book and got up.When he turned to the door to leave the room, he looked straight at Danny, who was leaning against the door frame, smiling and looking at him.
"Come on, you dreamer. Liz won't be pleased if we move her again"
The laugh in his voice was clear and Timothy couldn't help but chuckle as he walked over to the other man and just hugged him.
"Thanks ..." he mumbled softly, which earned him a confused look, but he just smiled and left the room. It was clear to him that Danny didn't know exactly what he meant, but there were no words to explain it to him and sometimes he was sure that a small thank you was enough to understand.
Author (s): Ayu (alec_chan)
Prompt: # 052 - Reality
Rating: PG-15
Content: Timothy writes his worries off his soul
Notes: Just a little short piece ...
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Some things are not what you might think they are. My life is just like these things. I don't know what people think when they see me, but I don't think they can look behind my facade ... Most see me as just the young, helpful man who tries hard to achieve his goals but never really gets far. At least that's what many believe.
I often wonder what these people think, that they simply draw conclusions and are sure that a person has to be what they see them. In which case does this ever apply? I mean well, of course there are people who, for example, are unsympathetic from the beginning and in the end it turns out that they really aren't the nicest people. But despite everything, I am of the opinion that one should not be too hasty in judging.Maybe that's something that embarrasses me, after all, I don't seldom manage to get caught up in strange situations, but what should I do? I don't want to change myself for others and I certainly won't do anything that I think I shouldn't do or something that I'm not comfortable with at all. Is it wrong to just want to help people without ulterior motives? Without having to worry about getting hurt? I just do not understand...
If someone reads this, they will also ask themselves what I actually want, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what happened, the only thing that matters is the fact that I'm so sick of it all. Why do I always have to stand in the middle and watch how everything is decided over my head, how everyone is having fun at my expense or just standing by because other people just think that I would never get anything done on my own anyway .Why doesn't anyone want to give me a chance to just prove myself? I know I act like a clown a lot, trying to make others laugh. Yeah, I make mistakes, but doesn't everyone? Yeah, I don't know all that maybe I should know, but when no one tells me something is different ... how do I know what's wrong?
Humans are confusing creatures only after their own profit, at least during this time. That's why I'm glad that I finally met someone who isn't like that. This should actually be a happier entry, after all I'm actually very happy right now, but sometimes I just can't help being surprised and between all these confusing, hurtful thoughts I get lost and can't find my way out. But that's exactly where he found me. I don't know how he managed to pull me out of this vortex of recurring thoughts, but he did. He, Danny, just stepped into my life one day and decided to settle in ... Something I'm very grateful to him for.My God, I hope he never reads this .. Because that's something I would probably never tell him personally, but if it weren't for him, where would I be in this lonely world.
Because whatever comes, one thing should never be forgotten, you need friends, no matter how much you let the cold reality get to you. Nobody should have to walk this path alone. And that's why I'm really happy to have him with me ...
-----
Sighing, Timothy put the pen aside, brushed a strand of black hair from his face, and reread what he had just written. It had been a long time since he took out his little black book to record what he was feeling, but today it seemed just right.
"hey, Timmy! Hurry up or we'll be late!" came a soft, dark voice from the next room and Timothy couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I'm already on my way ..." he replied, stowed away his book and got up.When he turned to the door to leave the room, he looked straight at Danny, who was leaning against the door frame, smiling and looking at him.
"Come on, you dreamer. Liz won't be pleased if we move her again"
The laugh in his voice was clear and Timothy couldn't help but chuckle as he walked over to the other man and just hugged him.
"Thanks ..." he mumbled softly, which earned him a confused look, but he just smiled and left the room. It was clear to him that Danny didn't know exactly what he meant, but there were no words to explain it to him and sometimes he was sure that a small thank you was enough to understand.