Is it really over?

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry!-
I took your toy and it broke!
I- I didn't mean to!"
He sobbed holding the broken pieces.

"It's okay." I smiled at him, placing my hand around his and petting his head.

He immediately dropped the toy and hugged me.

"I swear... I didn't mean to...."
He mumbled into my chest, guilt being evident in every word.

"I know... I know...
It's fine" I wispered holding his back gently, continuing to pet his head.

There were a few seconds of silence before he spoke up again.

"...are you mad at me...?"
he loosened his grip on my back.

"I could never be mad at you." I said tightening my grip in return.

"...thank you."
he wispered.

...

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP-"

I open my eyes and swipe the screen of my phone to stop the alarm.

My mom isn't home.
I have to get to school.

I sit up slightly, taking my notebook and a pen from my nightstand.

I guess you could call it a dream diary?

I start writing.

'August 5th 2019, Monday
I dreamed about Nate again. I thought I was over it, but I guess my brain isn't done processing to this day'

I feel tears coming to my eyes.

'I try not to think about what happened to him too much, but it's really hard.

I don't think I have the energy to continue these thoughts right now, but they keep flowing to my mind and I'm not strong enough to fight them off.'

A tear makes it's way down my face, landing on my shirt.

'I have to get ready for school now.'

I close the book and lean mack in my bed, bringing a hand to my face to wipe away my tears.

I shouldn't cry about this anymore, or at least not every other day.

It happened years ago after all. I can't turn back time and make it better, so I'll just have to live with it like every day.

I get out of bed and get into the school uniform.

I brush my teeth, comb my hair and put it into a low, lose ponytail.

I go downstairs and pack my bag with food etc. before taking out my headphones and walking out of the house.

I'll visit Nate today. I have to.

On my way to school I listen to my playlist on shuffle, bobbing my head and singing along in my head.

I arrive at school a few minutes before it begins, as always.

Like every morning, I'm greeted with a group of "cool kids" in front of the school, talking much but saying little.

A few of them are smoking, so I hold my breath as I walk past them, to my homeroom.

As I walk into the classroom I realize the good Situation I'm in.

I'm one of the first people here and It's a new school year, meaning I get to decide where I want to sit.

I walk to the back and sit next to the window.
This was my favorite spot for a long time now.

From here I can see part of the schoolyard, the sky and Carl's homeroom, so basically everything I could ask for.

Speaking of the devil, I already see Carl, looking out the window just like I am.