To rebuild our home

31

Eduardo's POV

Last evening

I went to bed with a weird feeling, like a knot that just wouldn't unwind. I thought about Jon, he was indeed acting a little unusual than he was acting before and the bad thing about this was that he has been acting this way for a few days. From skipping meals to full on disappear for six hours. Maybe, just maybe I overreacted. Normally when I would yell at him or hit him he would be perfectly fine the next day, but this time it seems like I left him scarred.

I looked at the floor of my room and spotted his present, feeling instantly worse. He even bought me something and I just stupidly lashed out on him. I couldn't deal with this whole situation anymore, I wanted to run over to his room and apologize to him but instead I placed his present onto a table in my room. I stared at it and hoped that there wouldn't be anything great or expensive underneath the wrapping so that what I did to him would somehow be justified, but once I opened it I felt my heart drop.

There was a t-shirt in it with a diet coke logo onto it at the bottom right and a 'number one' written on it at the chest part of the t-shirt in my favorite color dark green, a six pack of diet cokes and a picture of all of us three in a frame. It was a picture from us on the first day when we lived together, we were so proud of finally being able to afford this house so that we took a group photo in front of the house. I was in the middle, Jon was at my left and Mark was at my right. We all had our arms wrapped around eachothers shoulders and smiled at the camera in front of us.

It made me sad looking at all of this, but then there was something else that I noticed when I held up the picture frame. It had a bump at one of the sides. I got curious and decided to carefully open up the frame at the back of it. I gasped at what I saw, it was a few one hundred euros and a note was next to it in form of a small letter.

"Dear Eduardo,
i am sorry for what I have done to your clothes and to your dish washer, I know this isn't going to be enough money, but it is all that I had left. I am truly sorry and I hope that I wouldn't be a burden to you in the future. I always looked up to you and wanted to be like you since I met you in kindergarten. You were always such a strong and smart person full of willpower, always striving to become number one in every possible thing. I wish I could be able to be number one in something, like being your number one friend, but I understand if you don't even consider me as your friend. After all I am just a useless person that always made you lose your temper.
Even if you don't want me to be your friend I still hope that you can forgive me for my dumb mistakes

Affectionately

Jon"

I felt myself tearing up, now I couldn't deny that what I did was horrific. I don't even know why I was doing it on the first place, I was definitely overreacting and not considering his feelings. I messed up and crossed the line way to far. I knew that I had to do something against this, I had to do something to fix our relationship again and to fix his mental state. I can't even imagine the damage that I had done to him.

I wanted to run over to him and tell him how sorry I was, but yet again I thought about the time. It seemed a little late to just run over to him and apologize, he might be asleep. Well I thought that he might be asleep so I went to sleep as well with this horrible gut feeling that I had. It was very difficult for me to fall asleep, but I finally managed to do so after what felt like half an hour.

The next morning

I woke up and the first thing that came into my mind was Jon, so I sat up and looked over to the digital clock that I had on my nightstand. It was 9 o'clock, it seemed like a good time to walk over to Jon's room. So I stood up and knocked lightly at his door so that I wouldn't startle him if he was still asleep. I just had to somehow prove him that I was sorry for what I did and that I indeed see him as a friend. I had finally realized that I was in the wrong for treating him so bad the last few days.

But the more I thought about this Situation the more I realized that I was treating him unfair for way to long. I was wishing for his death and right after praying that he would survive. I was given a second chance and this is what I had done with it.

I knocked again and there was still no answer. Then I finally opened the door and my eyes widen, Jon wasn't in his room and he couldn't be in the bathroom since I saw that the door was open with nobody in it.