Chapter Twenty-Two
I sigh, sitting in my coffee shop, a week after talking to Tia. I was on my laptop, like usual, and today I was talking to a guy named Avery.
Today was a good day. Nobody was being hard on me, which was very unusual. Everybody seemed to be in an okay mood, even the depressed people.
Suddenly, someone sits down across from me. I don't look up and keep mindlessly staring at the words on my screen, checking my email occasionally for requests from concerned people on the Internet who decided to contact me for help. I was actually getting pretty popular in the suicidal help community after just a week in the field. I had looked into joining an organization that ran a help line and was deciding whether to do it or not.
"Hey," a recognizable deep voice says.
I look up slowly, not wanting to take my eyes off of my conversation with Avery.
"Hey, Adam. I'm kind of working," I say softly.
"Yeah. I know." he says and sighs, shaking his head. "I'm just-I'm sorry. I really am a crappy person and I suck. I know. I just can't hold back my feelings for you and that sucks because I really like you and I don't want to lose you and I think I've fallen really hard for you."
After a short pause, I reply, "You're not a crappy person."
He sighs and scratches behind his neck, which tended to be a recurring habit of his.
"I really am. For doing that right after the guy you supposedly loved killed himself," he explains, "And yes, I say supposedly because I know you didn't love him. You thought you did, but you didn't. You loved the idea of him and the person he was when you kissed him and the danger behind your so called love story. But, I know you didn't love him."
"And how do you know this?" I ask.
"Because he didn't make you happy. I thought I loved Tanya and I really didn't. I loved how she kissed, but could you imagine us together for the rest of our lives?" he asks. After a short period of silence, he adds, "Exactly. Neither can I."
I sigh and make a short reply to Avery and look back up at Adam.
"What's your point with this whole thing?" I ask.
He sighs and goes to scratch the back of his neck again, but stops himself. "I know I love you, Angel."
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I hold back the smile pushing its way onto my lips.
"Saturday?" is all I reply.
He laughs and nods. "Yeah. Saturday."
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Among The Stars
Подростковая литература*First book* Do you ever wonder what would happen if you died? It doesn't even have to be suicide. What if you just didn't wake up one night? Firstly, what would happen to you? What if there isn't a God and everything left is just darkness. Or maybe...
