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You’re too Kind | Sam and Colby Drabble

A/N: This is legit a blurb I wrote in one sitting while listening to this specific song on repeat. Brainrot go brr

The rain glistened off the concrete through the glare of streetlights. I could feel the chill around me, yet I couldn’t feel it at all. I felt detached from myself with the anguish coursing through my body. I watched the puddle beneath my feet ripple and dance with the onslaught of fresh raindrops.

How the hell did I end up here? Sulking in my own misery and melancholy outside in the rain? I would laugh at myself if the hole in my heart wasn’t weighing me down.

I had given myself to this woman, laid my heart out on the line and trusted her with everything. And yet, here we are. I stand outside the rundown apartment that I used to call mine, carrying the small amount of clothing I could gather in my teary eyed frenzy.

She couldn’t even look me in the eyes as she whispered how she’d fallen out of love with me.

I should have seen it coming from a while back: the loving glances were few and far between and I wasn’t giving what she wanted. Clearly I was the problem.

No. This isn’t my fault. She should have just told me she was falling out of love before I had to catch her fucking her co-worker in our bed. The rain patters on as I take out my phone and overwhelm my ears with the sounds of music. I get to have my cheesy movie moment without any judgment from the person reading this, I’m ailing.

I drag my feet, trudging along the sidewalk as thunder rolls overhead. How fitting. What the fuck is wrong with me? I knew this was coming, and yet it hurts all the same. Regrets burrowing a hole in my chest as memories flash across my mind.

I had to have been wallowing for hours before even noticing how soaked I had become. Frosted breath escaping my lips into the atmosphere. I could barely bring myself to care until I had bumped into another figure.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“It’s alright,” the figure replied. Their voice muffled by the music in my earbuds.

I thought that would be the end of it; a simple interaction due to my own clumsiness, but I was wrong

“Jesus you must be freezing! How long have you been out here? Where’s your umbrella?” The barrage of questions seemed to never stop from this person.

“Didn’t bring one. Don’t know how long.”

“Why? What could have-”

“Cheated on,” I interrupted, the pang in my heart only worsening with reality setting in. I no longer have the love of my life. The only woman who broke through the apathy I had towards the world. I could feel the cynical nature returning home to my mind as my thoughts continued to run a mile a minute.

“Oh god…Here, I have a spare sweater in my bag, you should find somewhere to stay and warm up before you get sick,” This person is persistent.

I found myself wanting to scoff and roll my eyes; yet a tiny voice reasoned that this stranger had done nothing to hurt me yet, why not trust them? I was hesitant. Trust is what got me into this situation in the first place: Cold, alone, and probably looking like a drowned sewer rat.

“I don’t need a sweater, I’ll be fine.”

“Please, I insist,” refusing to give up.

They hold out their hand and I finally look up to meet their eyes…well I try to. It’s a little hard in the dark night and the streetlight only helps to cast harsh shadows along the contours of their face. In their hand lies a thick knitted sweater.

“It might fit a little awkward, I made it myself so the measurements are off”

I take the sweater and feel the tiniest of smiles break the clouds that hang above my head. Not literally though because it’s still raining. Who did this person think they are? Being kind to a stranger and offering a sweater to keep them warm? How does one have such empathy towards everyone? I paused, staring into the slightly frayed yarn.

“How can I return this to you?” I asked.

“You don’t need to, think of it as a gift from one ailing man to another”

“Thanks…”

“I’m Sam,” the stranger mentions, a soft smile gracing his features.

“Colby,” was all I managed to get out before he started walking again.

“See ya around Colby,” Sam calls with a soft expression before turning and continuing his way.

Looking back down at the sweater I see that he left a small umbrella with me as well. Maybe there are good people still in the world. Or maybe this guy is an idiot to trust people so easily. But I can’t help the warmth I started to feel in my heart. I thought I had found the meaning of kindness when I was with her. I guess I was wrong.

Kindness was found in soft smiles and handmade sweaters.

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