The Plan

It's the same thought I had last year but the only difference is that the truth is out. No need to wonder the hallways hoping no notices the signs I give off. No one did but her...

Day One

"What the hell? Danny.. What's today? It's fucking December 2. So why did you write 27 on your phone?" I couldn't look at her. She doesn't care. Stop. Don't listen. My vision got foggy, cheeks moist with tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't do this." I felt her fidget in her seat as others in the bus suspiciously watch us. "Please just leave it. Okay? I'm okay." I can tell she's not buying it.

"Don't you dare lie to me. I know you." I closed my eyes. I want to die. Why do you have to care? I couldn't stop the tears from falling from my glasses.

"Please don't cry. I'm sorry okay. I just don't want you to do some you'll regret okay. I've been through this. But doing this will break my heart.

We need you here." She carefully takes my glasses and wipes my tears. I wanted to get off the bus. I wanted to get off and jump in front of it.. But not today. Not now. I grabbed her hand and looked at her.

"I'm okay. I promise." I knew if I pinky promised, she'll leave me alone. Our precious ritual for important promise. Betrayed by me. It's fine. She'll understand soon enough. I wiped my tears and gave her the biggest smile. "I'm okay. I just had a crappy day. I wasn't thinking." I could tell she still didn't believe me but she can hear strangers whispering to each other. She sighs.

"If you say so but I want you to text me. Every single day. You hear me? I'm here for you."

I shook my head and scoffed. Says the one with the girlfriend. She's using you to make herself feel better. Go. I smiled cause I know that the voices were right. Everyone leaves. They all leave when I disappoint them.