The Girl Who Heard Voices.

Leave.

"One Soy Mocha Latte for," the coffee house boy looked down at the plastic cup, his brows gathering together in confusion. I wait for him to call my name, knowing my drink was in his hands. "Bookie?" He looked up at me, his eyes a soft blue color, his black hair falling elegantly over them. I nodded, taking accepting the cup and taking a sip while holding it to my chest. Being Vegan, I never tried a soy latte because I didn't think it could be a substitute for milk.
"Bookie." The boy looked straight at me, as if I were supposed to elbow him.
"Um, can I help you?"
"You don't remember me huh?" he smiled softly. I shake my head, admitting to my absent memory.
"Lyle. Lyle Goodfree. We went to third grade together, remember?"
"Lyle Goodfree." I repeated aloud while smiling softly, I actually do remember him. "Nope doesn't ring a bell."
"Hmm. I bet your mom does. She always used to make us cookies when we came home from school." He leaned back on the counter behind him. "how is she anyways?" He asked. I lowered my head like a dog with its tail between its legs.
"she passed away last year."
"Bookie, I'm so sorry," his expression unraveled from sweet and joyful to sorrow and putty within seconds. Potty was something I couldn't agree with much. I shook my head. "listen, it's fine. She's in a better place." I lied to myself.
"Yeah. Hey I get off in an hour, you wanna catch up or something later?" He brushed off the previous conversation which made me glad, honestly. I hate pondering the same thought over and over. Change of subject is always better.
"yeah, that sounds great." I smile.

We sit outside the coffee shop, the spring air filled my lungs. I couldn't help but notice my own surroundings. The woman sitting to our left, she sat silently, staring at the wall in front of her. Her skin pale, her eyes dark brown but seemed to be clouded with un significant ness.
"I can't believe this," Lyle sat across from me, his brows gathered together in sincerity. "she's really gone?"
"Yep." Im nodded, numb to the situation.
"I know how crazy she was but God I'm so sorry."
" 'Crazy?' She was never crazy." My voice harsh. I sigh, looking at the floor. "I'm the crazy one."
"Book, she constantly told you lies. She was held in a psych ward, for christ sakes."
He's lying. I freeze in silence, staring at him blankly.
"I know you don't want to adm--" I cut him off because his words can reach edgewise.
"did you hear that."
"Hear what?" He questions.
Leave. I fall under a trance of both confusion and cluelessness. I stand to my feet. "Lyle, I'm so sorry but I have to go. I'll see you around some time." I pat his shoulder and smile softly, and with that I take my leave.