I see him, he sees me.
"Hey bestie wanna some coffee?" he yells across the hall way holding up a Starbucks coffee. I smiled, shook my head and left. I was way to tired to go anywhere or do anything before class. I strolled to the classroom. All by myself. Without my bestie.
Before you judge me, no I'm not a bad friend. In fact, I was told I'm a fantastic one. I was a bright, bubbly person in general to be honest. But that was before. Thing have gotten...complicated, this year. Sadly, it's not getting any better but I rather not tell anyone in school. I wouldn't worry them or worse, burden them. And yes, that includes my best friend.
School's over. Niki asked me if I wanted to hang out after school. To study and probably gossip. Not today. My head hurts. He didn't force me. Thank god. I'm on my bed. I feel something in body. Pain. It hurts. It hurts really bad. I've been through this feeling for years, so why is it still so painful? And why is it getting worse? People say "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" or "grow from your pain" I think that that's rubbish. I'm not a superhero. All I need to do is deal with the pain. I don't have to be stronger because of it. I reach out to the bottle of painkillers. I popped two pills in. Straight away, I got knocked out.
I woke up feeling groggy. The pain lessened. That's why I love sleep. It's the fastest pain relief. Slowly, by body starts to ache again. I started feeling sore, tired and nauseated. God not this again. I heared a knocking on my door. It was my mother. "Darling dinner is ready". I got up slowly and walked to the dining room. Soybean stew. With only red meat and too much vegetables. You got to love mothers. They always do what's best for you. Not that I don't appreciate her or anything like that. That's no it. It's just sometimes I miss the hotdogs and corndogs we used to get at the street food stalls. Sometimes I just wished I could rewind time.
These tears; they came from pain. But they tell me I'm headed towards light.
I wish I could fly, I wish I could be brave. But I can't. There's no one here to hold my hand. I'm all alone. So, I cry.
His Pov:
I don't know. She seems....different. Distant. Although I see her everyday and she sits with me everytime, we don't talk much anymore. An exchange of smiles, waves, a few words but that's it. We don't go out after school anymore, she doesn't answer my video calls, sometimes she leaves me hanging mid text. She never leaves me anyone on read. At least anyone she likes. Maybe it's me? Maybe I'm too clingy, maybe I need to give her space. But what if she's sick of me? What if I'm no longer her priority? Hopefully that's not it. I'd go mental without her. We've been together since nursery, I need her.
