"Why do you say she's strong," He asked.
"Because she walks around on the verge of tears all day and you don't even notice that she's not okay," she replied.
That's when he realized just how stupid he was for not noticing that the girl cared for the most wasn't the same. The light that was once in her eyes had faded, and her smile was nothing but a distant memory. Her laugh was lost, held captive by the thoughts she's fought so hard to keep in. The rings around her eyes were darker than the thoughts that filled her head, her lips chapped and faded. This was all his fault. He was going to get her back, he had to.
"Tomorrow I'm going to talk to her..." he started.
"Why don't you do it tonight? Why let her suffer another night?" She asked.
"I don't know what to say. I need time to think." He replied.
With that he got up, hugged his friend goodbye, and walked out the door to go home. He walked to his car, opened the door, and got in. As soon as he started the car he turned the AC on as high as it went to avoid the humid night air. he pulled out of her driveway and started heading back home.
He was at a stoplight when he received a text. He couldn't be bothered to check it because he was trying to drive and he was already distracted by the thoughts racing through his head. He saw the light turn green so he went to put his foot on the gas. Then he heard it. Sirens. He put his foot back on the brake, and let the ambulance pass.
"I hope everyone's okay," said to himself.
He arrived home, put his car in the garage, and walked into his house.
