Charles was just sitting on your cot right next to you. He was fidgeting with his fingers not saying a word. Your thumb caressed the back of his palm.

Charles was having a gloomy day and you just wanted to be there for him.

Charles sighed a little before he spoke up, his deep voice so soothing but yet so.. gloomy.

“Other human beings seem to understand why they were born but, for me.. it seems like I was born to hurt.. an-and suffer.” Charles spoke while his calloused palm on yours.