No Right Words
Sometimes it doesn’t take much; only a kind word will do.
My sister wishes she’d noticed the signs before our dad hanged himself rather than recognise them for what they were once he was gone. I’m now pretty sure I see the same signs in Alex, a bloke I’ve had my eyes on for some time.
Though my best friend doesn’t like him, that’s not going to deter me. Especially not now when I see those signs in Alex; signs I never saw years ago in my dad. I’m not going to wait for the inevitable to happen. I’m approaching Alex—and I’m going to save his life.