This was so fucking awkward. the air was so stiff that it was hard to breath.
The four of us sat there, neither of us not knowing what to say or do.
"I'm sorry but I'm going to die if I don't go to the bathroom right now. Excuse me." Jin ran off to the bathroom after giving me an apologetic smile. I nodded my head telling it was fine. Cause there was Kye, at least.
I tried to focus on eating but this awkward atmosphere wasn't letting me swallow.
Kye asked what Clementia wanted to eat by listing the menus but all she was doing was just staring at the menu and replying "uh-huh." I bet Kye took a hint as he stopping talking.
"Hey, I've got to take this call, it's coach. I'll be right back." And just like that Kye left Clementia and I sitting like dumb awkward pidgins.
I stared at the ground, then the ceiling, and turned my head to Clementia which ended up looking straight into her eyes. We stared at each other in the eyes but didn't say anything. Then suddenly, Clementia started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I-I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry, I really am."
I didn't know what to say. It has always been hard for me whenever it came to crying girls. I didn't want to say the wrong thing that would make a crying girl angry.
"I, uh, it's okay. Stop crying Clemenita." It wasn't okay in any way.
To be honest, I was still angry. But although the anger inside of me didn't forgive Clementia, I loved her. And the love forgives her every minute I see her.
"But you're mad at me, aren't you? That's why you won't talk to me...I really am sorry, you know that right?" She sniffled as she slowly stopped crying.
"I know. But I have to ask, why didn't you at least try to talk to me?"
"I-I don't know."
"You aren't even going to try to lie? You're kidding me."
I was expecting at least an excuse from Clementia. Did she even want to be friends with me? Were our years of friendship nothing to her? Was it that easy to let it go? If it was then she could betray me for her own good again.
"No I-"
"Stop, I don't want to hear whatever you have to say. I'm done, whatever our friendship holds, I don't want to see you anymore. I was actually going to forgive you, you know. But you're really sick. Does Kye know what you did?"
After a long silence she answered, "no."
"Maybe he should know what you did to get him. Or maybe I should, as a warning that it could happen to him."
If I wanted to I could. But deep down I knew I wouldn't forgive myself for doing so.
'Cause I fucking love her. Fucking fell in love with her for all my heart.
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