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That day I refused to go out of my bed... How could anyone do something such violent to such a kind person?!

Logan came to my room. 

„Hey there, little one."  You better be joking. Little one? God what is happening?

„The group is going to Ashlyn's... we kinda try convince their parents what is happening right now... I dunno... Do you want to come?" Did I wanted this? 

Ben is going to be there. Ben.

Ben... 

The dream...

I stood up. How bad can it be?  I took my phone and wrote him: 

‚I'm not in mood...' he gave me a freaking disappointment look. Like for real. What the hell did he thought I would react? Jump around the room saying yes?

I stared out the window, my fingers tracing patterns on the glass as I watched the clouds drift lazily across the sky.

"C'mon, Y/N, it'll be fun! Ashlyn's having a small get-together, nothing too crazy. You'll love it," he said, popping his head into the living room with a hopeful grin.

As if. I won't love it. I'm still not a social butterfly...

I forced a smile and nodded, but my heart wasn't in it. I didn't want to go. The thought of being surrounded by people, even if it was just a few, made my stomach twist in knots. Ashlyn was nice enough, but social gatherings were exhausting. And then there was the added stress of not being able to speak.

Logan walked over and sat beside me, his expression softening when he saw the hesitation in my eyes. 

"I know you don't really like these things, Y/N, but it's just for a couple of hours. We can leave early if you're uncomfortable, okay?"

I appreciated his effort, truly, but it didn't make the decision any easier. The last party I went to had been a disaster. People asked questions, trying to engage in conversation, and I was left fumbling with my phone to type out responses. The awkwardness of it all was unbearable.

Logan touched my shoulder gently, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"How about this: we'll just make a quick appearance. If it's too much, we'll leave right away. No pressure."

I sighed and shook my head slowly, avoiding his eyes. The truth was, I couldn't bear the thought of going. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. I felt a pang of guilt for disappointing him, but I knew forcing myself wouldn't do any good.

Was it because of Ben? Did I really liked him that way?

Logan's hopeful expression faltered, but he nodded in understanding. 

"It's okay, Y/N. You don't have to go. I can tell Ashlyn something came up." He squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. 

Relief washed over me, and I gave him a grateful smile. Logan always understood, always knew when to push and when to back off.

He went out of my room, making his way too go to Ashlyn's. I wonder if Ben will ask himself, where I was, and why I wasn't there...  

With them...

With my friends.