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Part 11. Last Day

After my interesting meeting with the girls in the bathroom I stopped paying atention to them and enjoyed the time I had with him. I was almost everyday at his house talking, studying and playing the piano. He actually thought it was a good idea to teach me how to play it and I was gratefull for that. It was hard to admit but, he was helping me a lot. And after everything that happened with my mother leaving and my father barely talking and spending time with me, he was the only thing I had left.

But he was going to leave and I still had to stay at school.

My mind was running overtime and making me feel worse than ever. I wanted to pretend that nothing would change and we could stay friends or... whatever we were. But I couldn't lie to myself much longer. I had to face the truth so it would hurt less.

"What's with your face?" He asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" I played dumb because I didn't want to ruin our afternoon together.

"You have a sad expression tattooed on your face. Is there something wrong?" This time he stood up from the piano bench and walked towards me with a knowing face.

"No, everything's fine," I tried to smile but it was to late, my true feelings came out in the form of a tiny, stupid tear.

"You're a bad liar en you know that," he chuckled and hugged me tightly, "don't be like this, you can tell me."

"I have to go now," I pushed him away and grabbed my stuff.

Without saying anything else, I walked out his room and ran to my house.

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My classmates where fuzzing around the corridors, talking about the holidays sand what they would do. Some of them had plans to go to the beach or a trip to the mountains, other had to spend a little more time at school for classes and there was me, who didn't have anything planed but I was ok with it, after everything that happened I only wanted to stay at home.

The last bell of the day rang and it was chaos. All the students ran off as fast as they could, everyone full of happines and brightness. I slowly took everything and walked through the, now empty, corridors. My mind wander while my feet did their job. I kept going back to last night, to his room and the sound of the melody he was playing;  to the fact that I couldn't tell him why I was so sad about and how I wanted to tell him my feelings.

When I didn't saw him this morning I noticed that my heart broke a little, but he was in his right to be mad at me;  I'm always pushing him away. I put my headphones, turned on the music and start walking home. The feeling of loneliness filling my guts made me uncomfortable, surely I was used to his company. As I made my way a little crowd came to my sight and I came to a stall wondering what had happened.

Soon enough the familiar face of the brown eyed boy appeared from the crowd. He was wearing his formal uniform and just then I realised that it was over. That afternoon he would receive his diploma and would be gone.

I lowered my head and start walking again, not wanted to be noticed. My hair fell upon my face and did a great job to shadowed me. My heart was pounding so strong that I thought it would go out of my ribcage; deep down I wanted him to acknowledge me like he had before but I knew that would only make things worse. It was better to keep the best memories of this year and the chance I had to be with him.

"Stop." A voice called me. I knew it was him but didn't havr the guts to face him so I start walking again,  "I said stop."

This time his hand wrapped around mine and turned me to face him. His eyes glued to me,  full with concern.  I gulped and stayed still, feeling my cheeks burn as everyone were staring at us, particularly me. 

"I- I have to g- go," I said avoiding his eyes.

"Please, don't."

"Why don't you understand?" I bursted out feeling my face wet as the tears streamed down, "I need to stay away from you or I won't be able to stand it." I released my hand from his and backed away. "You can have any girl you want but I can't be that girl. I'm sorry."

With one more step I turned and dashed away, holding my backpack close to my side and cleaning tears off my face. It hurt, but it was thr right thing to do. He deserved so much more and I wouldn't be a burden,  I didn't want to be his burden. I ran all the way to my house despite the fact that my lungs were heavy and my legs bending down.

I had made my decision.

That would be the last day I would've ever see him.