Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~trust me~

"YOU?!"
Kyle looks at me in disbelief when I enter his room. I feel insecure. Woody told me Kyle had been in his coma for quite a long time, but I'm still not sure whether he wrote that email or not. In other words: I don't know if he's angry at me. "Hey Kyle, it's me. Would it be okay if I ask you some questions?" I ask hesitant. "Yes of course mate! Come sit down!" He points at the end of his bed. "So.... How come you were in this coma?" My first question is. Kyle starts describing every little detail, and I write everything down. That's when I discover the fire was two weeks after I was gone, a few weeks before the email. I can trust him. ".... We needed you so bad Dan, why did you go?" He ends his description of that day. I decide to be honest, and tell Kyle the same as I told Woody. "HOLY CAT ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" He yells. "I CANT BELIEVE YOU LIED TO US THE WHOLE TIME! GET OUT!" I hesitate, should I explain or leave? "GET OUT I SAID!" I leave, leaving my best friend behind. I lost my best friend in the fire, he doesn't trust me anymore. And what's a friendship without trust right? I will miss him. But I'll see him in the future when we're older hopefully. Let's hope one time our friendship will return, and this is only a temporary farewell. Because I honestly wouldn't know how I'm going to waste my life without him.

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