"I... yeah, sure." He played with his fingers between his legs in order to keep his hands warm. His breath came out like mist, disappearing quickly into the sea of snowflakes that had begun to fall. "I guess I always though I wasn't any different than them, even if I do cause loads of trouble. But all of a sudden they've got all of... that power stuff... and I've got nothin'. Not even them." Alvin sighed as his vision blurred. "I don't like feeling like I've got nothin'. Not even my own best friends." He sniffed and wiped his nose over his sleeve. "They don't even notice now that even the smallest things they say kinda... hurts. I mean, I know I've done that several times to them, but they know by now that that's just me. I don't even mean it. It put my life down for them if I had to. But..." He sighed again and shivered once before Spike placed a comforting arm around the chipmunk. "I must be getting completely sentimental," Alvin muttered. "I mustn't be making any sense, either." He looked at Spike. "You probably don't know what it's like, being in my position... Feeling like no matter what you do, you'll just never be able to be like your own siblings... I like being different but... it still hurts when the people you care about just don't see that they're hurting you. You try to be tough, but you wish that someone you know could see past the mask..."
Spike sprouted a pitiful yet warm smile at the eleven-year-old.
"You probably... never knew what that felt like... huh, Spike?"
"As a matter of fact," Spike said, "I know exactly what that's like."
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Even though I know what's wrong How could I be so sure If you never say what you feel, feel I must have held your hand so tight You didn't have the will to fight I guess you needed more time to heal
I just ran out of band-aids I don't even know where to start 'Cause you can bandage the damage You never really can fix a heart