Adorably Silly (ENDED)

Agony

Tin's POV

I never felt like this in my life. Could it be that I could break into a thousand pieces and disappear? I got home, I was almost shaking with anguish and the effort to hold back my tears. I went into my room, turned the shower on to full power, and went inside. I just sat on the floor and cried. I did not want anyone to hear me cry, or see how my life was going, because it is true: Cantaloupe was my air. How will I do now? Damn! Why can I never have something that I really cherish? Why can't I trust people? Is it me? Am I broken?

I cried for a long time, the hot water had run out but I didn't care at all. How do you go on? I was feeling completely mentally and physically exhausted. I did not leave my room again. They called me to eat; my cell phone wouldn't stop ringing. I turned it off. I lay down and wept silently until exhaustion overcame me.

Can's POV

It was as if I had disconnected from something. I was like a zombie. I walked aimlessly for hours. At night I was in a park, alone, I had already turned off my cell phone hours ago. Noticing that there was no one there, I sat on the floor, looked at the stars and an uncontrollable cataract of tears came out of my eyes. What was happening? I felt something very ugly in my belly. I sat down, holding my legs and there was no point; the tears continued, the abdominal discomfort also and now I had small spasms, what was wrong with me? I hate to think and I don't believe today is a good idea.

I was crying for a long time. When I finished, I was feeling really tired. I went home almost crawling. I lay down dressed and fell asleep.

Tin's POV

The next day there was no way for me to get up. I felt empty, miserable, incomplete. I didn't feel like seeing anyone, I didn't feel like eating or talking to anyone ... What about if I went to campus and saw him? I needed to recover. I know, Tin Medthanan can't be weak ... I have to get over Can.

I pretended I was sick and they left me in my room. But at night someone knocked on my door.

—Tin, it's me. —It was Tul— We need to talk, so open the damn door or I'll break it down.

I didn't care, in the least. If they wanted to throw me out, let them do it.

Tul continued hitting the door like a maniac.

— Tin! Open me!

After ten minutes I felt that the door of my room was being opened by a demon! How is that possible? Tul entered. He turned on the light and I hid behind my blanket. I hadn't seen light for many hours and I think the light that illuminated my life was extinguished yesterday ... He approached and grabbed the cover off of me to observe me.

—Tin ... —He wondered.

He left me and left my room. Great, now Libra knows I've hit rock bottom. I had to try to sleep or something, because tomorrow there would be no excuses. At some point I had to be strong again, as I always was, I had to turn my cell phone back on and be prepared for the possibility that Cantalope had written to me. It was time to return, to revive from my ashes. I had to forget Can and go on with my life, like before I met him ... when my life was empty and miserable, as it always was and always will be.

Can's POV

I was in a zombie state, I did everything out of inertia.

In practice everything went wrong. P'Type came up to me.

— Can what happens?

— Nothing. —I lied.

— Yesterday I left you when you were going to talk to your crush and today you are ... well, lost.

I think it is correct to say that.

— What happened Can?

— He wanted to be more than friends and I'm not sure if I want a relationship. —Something in my stomach twisted at the memory of that moment.

— Did you turn him down? —He asked, shocked—. Wow ... I ... I really thought you were in love with him. —He gave me a stitch in the chest.

He took me by the shoulder in a friendly way.

— I think the best thing is try to be apart for a while  —he smiled at me painfully— maybe you realize that you miss him and that you were in love with him.

— Me? In Love P! please...

P'Type smiled and left. But he turned around after a few steps.

— In a few days I will ask you if you are happier than you were a week ago.

I will glimpse a bit, but it doesn't matter, that would be a problem for Can of the future.

I came home at night and collapsed on the couch. I felt that something had stolen my strength, but the truth is that I am very sad to have lost Tin ... I did want his friendship.

— P'Can ... What's wrong?

— Huh?

— You're ... off and ... like a zombie.

— Ah ... No ... Nothing ... I'm just tired.

— You? Tired? —Ley widened her eyes—  This must mean ... The end of the world is coming!

Tin's POV

I have had the worst week of my life. Before, I lived by inertia and that has not changed. But I feel empty. If I'm on campus and I see a boy with a ball, I think of Can, I see something cute and I think of Can, I see pork and I think of Can, I pass through the places where I was with him and I see him as a ghost, by my side, reliving our moments together. This is not forgetting. How is it done?

From Pete:
How are you doing?

Pete. He's the only one Can and I consider "friend", the only one who keeps seeing us both. Sometimes I'm dying to find out about Cantaloupe ... But what if he tells me that he's happy? I don't think I can bear it.

Pete says Can loves me, to give him time. And instead of forgetting him, I keep deluding myself like a fool. Pete asks me how I feel and he says things like "don't even think about going near the court today: there's a game." Pete respects that we don't want to see each other for now and helps us make that happen. In fact, I told him to tell Can not to worry about the cell phone, that he can keep it or give him the money.

For Pete:
The truth? Down ... I can't forget him.