It seems rather strange to me.

To be able to see someone every day.

To be able to look at them and see the pain in their eyes.

The harshness of the life they’ve led so far making an imprint on them so drastic nothing can hide it.

Watching someone leaving every other night not knowing where they’re going.

What they’re doing.

Not that you tell them you care.

But all the time it’s the same story.

Same clothes, all black.

Perfect for a creature of the night.

Not knowing if or when they’ll be back.

Knowing that they’re out there hurting people.

Even if they’d never, Ever, consider hurting you intentionally.

 

Then everything changes.

That person somehow has purpose.

Where it used to always be dark you now can see some light.

The smile is genuine, It can light up the room.

The laughter is happy, so beautiful it’s contagious

Time has faded some scars, but they’ll never be completely gone.

The pain still there, but they can deal with it easier.

And when you see them leaving,

You know that they’ll come back.

Not because they have nowhere else to go.

But because they Want to come back.

And those clothes? The ones for creatures of the dark?

Those same exact clothes have new purpose as well.

They used to be worn for pain.

Inflicting it. Enduring it. Everything imaginable.

But now they’re for a different person.

A serious person.

With a new job.

Making a new start.

 

Seeing someone change that drastically,

it almost breaks your heart out of happiness.

Not that they’ll ever completely let go of the way their life was for so long,

But at least they have a start.

And seeing them this way,

You start to feel a little better too.

Maybe things will turn out okay.

And as they bounce along, leaving for their new job.

You can smile, and leave the worries for another day.