connie:

    connie’s head had turned away from sam once her story was finished.
    eyes had filled to the brim with tears threatening to fall with each tick
    of her eyes as she tried to focus on her backyard and not the boy in 
    front of her. a sharp gasp was heard while she chewed on her thumb
    nail. “ i’m sorry, sam, “ she croaked. “ i shouldn’t have told you all of 
    that. “ and that was her problem. she kept on telling herself that she 
    didn’t want to tell the story anymore, but she only did just in hopes of
    gaining an answer.

the answer is impossible to get.

    connie slightly twitched when he felt his light hand rest on her shoulder.
    she ferociously wiped her eyes and looked back at him. “ you’re a good
    kid, sam. all that matters is that you listen and you don’t see me any 
    different—-right? “

      “no, of course not.” 

      he wants to help, the yearn burrowing deep into him & latching
      onto his necessities to fulfill. sam felt like he had to – but he
      knows there are just some things in the world that are not possible;
      not everyone can be helped, but he shuns out that thought.
      “you’re still my friend,” & he understands how it feels to be judged
      because of something beyond your control. 

      “honestly, i’m .. glad you told me. ‘cause it’s not good keeping it
      in.” her crying ceased somewhat by the time she turned to look
      at him.