Continuation of Monday, 25th September
What could've happened?
Cory was usually a really happy person so I'm surprised she was crying.
"Ryder, Cory's crying. I-I don't know why."
"Let's go to her house."
We both left the school and went to Cory's house.
***
Cory's house - no, mansion - was huge. There were tiles that paved the path toward the house. The house was a duble storey but had seven windows bulging from the top and six from the bottom.
She didn't know about my financial troubles and emotional baggage.
She found my anti-depressants once and began to question me. From then, she'd be nosy, in her extrenely subtle ways. I would pick up on her little phrases. In fact, I'm sure she thinks I'm depressed because I get called a slut.
I'm not.
***
After we got into her room on the second floor, I could see her face inside her pillows.
Everything was pink.
Cory never grew out of her childhood phase, so she kept everything.
Her huge pink canopy bed, pink curtains, pink carpet, pink rug, pink dresser, pink, pink, pink.
"Cory, what's wrong?" I ask, my voice soft.
"I-I-It's my parents. They're divorcing. My mum was caught cheating on my dad. A-A-And now they're divorcing."
"Cory."
She looked up, "Oh my gosh, Ryder! I haven't seen you in ages... G-Gosh, I must look l-l-like a s-sobbing mess."
Nonetheless, she doesn't stop crying.
I will be her shoulder to lean on.
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