It was almost five in the evening when I returned to my childhood home. You're car was there, as was Kaleb's. I wasn't quite ready to enter yet. Though it'd only been a few weeks since I left, it felt like forever.
By the time I had finally gathered the courage to leave the sanctuary of my car, an hour had passed. I'm fairly certain you knew I was there. I'm secretly disappointed you didn't come out to see me.
I walked into the house, duffle in hand. I was back and doubted I would leave anytime soon. It was quiet, like no one was home. As I crept up the stairs, I could hear the whispers of conversation from Wila's room. I stood by for a second, eavesdropping on a discussion about me.
"-know that. She may just be better off where she is." I hadn't heard your voice in so long it almost sounded foreign. Even when I was there, you were never a talker. I guess it was different in the presence of you're best friend.
"We need her, dude. She's the only one who knows how to handle Wila like this." At least Kaleb sounded the same. I had spent so long fawning over his deep rumble it was engraved in my mind.
"Is that all you can think about? You're so damn selfish. You think she wants to be here to help Wilma after what a bitch she's been to Aria all these years?" It was apparent in your voice how angry you were becoming.
"So what? It's her sister for fuck's sake! She has to come back." I could imagine him running his hands through his hair like he always did when he was angry. Tension was brewing and I knew I had to ease it before things got worse.
I tip-toed back down the stairs and reopened the front door, only to slam it close. Now that my presence was known, it was time to talk some shit out.
YOU ARE READING
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Cerita Pendek. I thought about all the times I almost kissed you. All the times I almost told you. ...
