Wednesday Writings

Wednesday Writing 4

A/N:
I'm really sorry that this is really bad. As you can see it follows the thoughts of the last one kinda, referring to the same people- one thing though- this didn't actually happen. It's what would PROBABLY happen if both of these people would tell me things straight up and say these things to my face. Anyway, I know it's bad and dumb and stupid but it's giving me closure and it's what I've got for today. Bye guys.
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Wednesday Writing 4
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11/23/16
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Don't leave me. Please.
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You took a deep breath, contemplating if you should even tell him or not. Your hands were shaking wildly; your knees were about to buckle beneath you. You saw a figure coming your way, and you weren't completely sure if it was who you were waiting for. You pulled the largest smile you could muster until you saw the face. Not exactly the person you wanted to see. You see... Gerald we'll call him, loves to talk smack about you for no actual genuine reason. But that part didn't bother you. The fact that he told people about really personal matters in your life is what bothered you.
"What do you want..." you muttered as he walked up to you.
"I'm coming to say it to your face. That's what you wanted right? You annoy me more than anyone ever could. I'm not responsible for you or your sadness and I'm sick of the burden you bring whenever you're around. Thanks for nothing."
You were stunned. You didn't actually believe he would ever say it to you.
"Thanks for being honest. Next time you wanna talk smack, make sure I'm there okay? So I can tell you to shut up. Oh! One more thing: just because we aren't friends doesn't give you a right to tell people about my life. Now go. I don't wanna see you anymore."
"Good."
"But when you come crawling back to me I won't take you back."
"You think that I'd ever come crawling back to you?! That's pathetic. You're pathetic."
And with that, he left without another word.
Your encounter with Gerald was burned into your memory and you were close to breaking down. Then walked in... who we'll call... Sam. Sam smiled at you, but it soon faded when he saw a tear run down your cheek.
"Is everything okay?" He asked you and you nodded, wiping it away quickly.
"Yeah I'm fine..." he sighed.
"Look... I... I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't really know where we're going in this friendship. It feels repetitive and motionless and empty. I'm sorry but... I don't think that this is gonna work." You started crying again at Sam's words.
"No... don't leave me. Please!" You begged.
"I'm sorry." He turned away from you.
"I can't lose anyone else!! Please!"
"You and I are just way too different ya know? We can't be friends." He wouldn't face you.
"Sam..."
"Goodbye." And he walked away without another sound.
You dropped to your knees, feeling pathetic. You just lost two people within the same five minutes. You cried into your hands when you felt something on your shoulder.
"Sam was smart for leaving. You don't deserve people who are gonna treat you right, but instead those who treat you the same way you treat everyone else. See you around," Gerald said finally. You didn't have the courage to fight back. Instead you sat numb and tear stricken, wishing you could forget this day entirely.