Can't Help Falling

04| Letting Go

"You're allowed to let go of all those that do not set you free anymore."

- Dhiman

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"Make sure to put them all in alphabetical order, and double-check every table so they're properly dusted." I looked towards Zariah sternly, fumbling in my bag to look for my keys. She nodded her head.

My back was turned from the door, and a sigh of relief washed over me as I finally found them. I looked up towards my friend who was smirking over my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I asked, she immediately jolted back and looked at me. "Mm, nothing" She shrugged, wiping the table she had already cleaned a few minutes ago.

Zariah did this a lot, brushed off certain things so I could persist her.

I never did just to spire her.

She always came around to giving up that stature after a second so I never needed to.

"It's been a few days since you talked to him right?"

Told you so.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

She sighed, dropping the towel and placing her hands on my shoulder, practically showcasing her tall stature.

My best friend is literally a model.

   "Did you get the closure you needed?"

I stilled, I was unsure of that, I felt okay walking past him in the halls, no need of avoidance.

However, "I still need more time." I answered.

She nodded her head.

Zariah always did these suspicious acts, and this alerted me when I heard the small bell jingle from the door. She soon scurried off afterward.

I swear I heard her fucking giggle.

I glared at her, sighing as I turned to meet my demise,

There he stood, cleanly fixed up with a small box and his messed hair combed back. I almost forgot the anger I had for Zariah at the sight.

"Hi," He gave a small smile, nervously running his hand through his hair.

"Hey, Grant." I looked at him questioningly, craning my head to the side and smiling back.

Just as he gaped his mouth to talk, I immediately heard faint whispers behind me.

"Let's talk outside," I suggested, already walking towards the door. I turned back and flashed a finger to Zariah.

The well-dressed boy nodded with a smile, clutching onto that box for dear life as he and I stepped out.

"I know about your history with Atlas, and I'm not asking you to jump the boat just yet, but," He handed me the box, "I was wondering if you needed a date for the grand opening tomorrow night?"

This has Zariah's perfectly written cursive all over it.

Like seriously her writing his spectacular compared to my scribbles.

His blue eyes were large, like a puppy dog.

He's been a good friend for a while, maybe a date would get my mind off Atlas. It's only one night, right?

"I'd love to, Grant." I took the box, almost awing at how light glistened in his eyes at my answer.

"Great! I'll pick you up at 7." He smiled, but this one wasn't like his classic ones, this one reached his eyes, like a kid getting the sweet they were yearning for.