What? James who? Oh no.
"James who?" I asked while looking down.
"James Cammison." Shortly she answered.
Damn. What am I supposed to tell her? She's a stranger! We just met! How could I possibly reveal my whole dark past to her?
"No, I don't know him." I answered even though my face was pale, my palms are sweating and I couldn't breath.
"You can tell anything you want to me, you know that, right? We're friends and sooner or later, we're gonna be best best friend." She told me with this sparkling eyes of hers while smiling hopefully.
I took a deep breath and..
Told her everything. Every single thing that happened. From the beginning till the end. I hate myself for telling her everything but I'm tired.
Tired of keeping all his problems to myself. It's heavy on my shoulders and I couldn't take it anymore. Granny left me for ten years while James is seven and counting. I'm tired of being left alone. I'm tired being the only one being left. I am just really tired I could bury myself in my bed for days and still wake up tired.
After I told Cassie the whole story, her mouth was left ajar while her face seemed a little bit horrified from what I just told her. I swear I didn't tell any horror stories to her.
"You and James Cammison were best friends from you guys were babies?!" She exclaimed every word she says and I had to shush her down.
"Yes, keep your voice low. Oh my God. "
"Sorry, but that's awesome dude!" Cassie widened her eyes and faked a smile to me. Well I know that smile was fake because I always do that smile in front of everybody.
"Why are you doing that kind of smile? " I asked.
"It's still sad how he left you. " she explained.
"Hell yeah it is. Up till now, I still think about him you know? Like checking him from the window routine, his favourite food, " there's tears in my eyes but I just let them pour out. I don't care. This girl can keep secrets and if she can't, I'm going to kill her the next day. Literally.
I started to sob a little while putting my head on her shoulder. Cassie pat my head while hugging my shoulder. It's unnaturally comforting but I'm just lost in my own emotions.
"What did I do to him, Cassie? Am I that bad?" I asked her while sobbing out a little. Trying to keep my wrath. Well, not really a wrath but he made me mad for what I choose to be right now.
A coward.
"No, no. It's not your fault, it's that asshole's fault. It's not yours. " Cassie keep shushing me but I couldn't stop crying.
"I'm tired! He wouldn't leave me alone! What am I to him now?! Why does he hate me that much!?" And I couldn't resist it anymore so I just blew it out. And I screamed even louder because it's late at night and there's no one in the park.
"Hey, no. Don't say that. Enough. " she took out some tissues from her bag and hand them out for me.
"Thanks. "I said and wiped my nose.
"Sometimes, people tend to leave you because they love you. Because they are being threatened by something. Or they hate watching you cry because of them. That's why they left, Roe. "
I know Cassie was trying to help to get rid my feelings. But, it didn't help me. At all.
I smiled. "Thanks. "
"You're welcome. Now young lady. If you would excuse me, we have school tomorrow! " she checked her phone while I checked mine.
1:23 a.m.
I. Am. Doomed.
What? I thought I just sat here for like five minutes?
"Damn! We have to go! " I screamed.
"Yeah, " she chuckled. "We do. Let's go! "
I drove my car out from the park and so did Cassie.
When I got home, mom was waiting for me. This day couldn't get any worst. GOD.
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