Coincidences

Act LXXX

Martin. I'm so sorry. It's totally my fault you're in this state, and now, I totally regret it. I didn't mean to hurt you, after all that you've done for me, and I know I have no right to say so. I tried to think of ways to make it up to you, but, by the second, you keep on slipping away, slowly, silently. I can't find a solution, either. I feel so ever powerless. I feel so ever guilty.

I ran over to my room, locked the door, and slid down to my knees. My tears started to flow out of my eyes, and I wiped them with my sleeve, but it was no use. They kept on cascading down my cheeks, freely dripping down, landing on the carpet. My hands were trembling for some reason. I let out a helpless, small cry.

At some point, I calmed down, still sniffing away. I got up and went to the window. I tugged the string to pull the shades, but my hands stopped, petrified, as if they refused to open them. Instead, I squinted through the little gaps and looked out the window.

His room was so dark, despite there being a few hints of light, here and there. I couldn't see any sign of him, since what may possibly be his silhouette is camouflaging with the darkness. It was no use; even if I did see him, I wouldn't know what to do at all.

Suddenly, my phone shook on the desk. I took a moment before picking it up, taking a deep breath and clearing my throat to sound like I'm fine. Four rings later, I swiped the call button.

"Hello? Who is this?" I answered, noticing that my voice was still a bit shaken.

"Zoey, is that you? Are you ok?" A baritone, firm and steady, can be heard on the other side of the line. I immediately recognized the caller.

"Ty..., I..., um, hello, Ty."

He repeated what he said, making it obvious that I already gave myself away, "Are you ok, Zoey? You don't sound well. It's like you've been crying."

"No, I'm not," I lied, but after everything I've been through, Mom, Martin..., I can't tell a good lie. "I'm... not sure."

"Hey, hey, what happened?" said he, with a comforting tone to it.

A second stream of tears came yet again. "I don't know what to do anymore, Ty. I hurt him too much already. I came over to his house, and, when I saw him, I couldn't believe my eyes. He's a different guy. He's not the Martin I know. What did I do?"

Silence through the phone.

"What are we going to do about it? I can't find a way to help him. As a friend, we must do something. That's what friends do. Help each other. Right?"

Silence through the phone.

"I don't know if you're even listening, but, please, we have to do something, anything. Please I need your help. You said you'd help me, right? Ty?"

Silence through the phone.

I crumbled down to the floor, unable to keep myself on my feet. "Anyways, that's how it is."

Silence through the phone, then...

"Sure thing. I'll think about it."

"Ty, wait!"

He hung up. With nothing else in my head, with absolutely no ideas, I took a pillow and hugged it tightly, but it felt like there was absolutely nothing in between.

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That bastard. To think that he'd do nothing at all about this, he comes and ruins the plan. I have him right in my grasp, but he managed to slip away. If I don't take action now...

This is so infuriating. I called Zoey to see if she heard about anything. Luckily, she still doesn't know about it, but if she does, I'm in trouble.

That bastard. I took a pillow and threw it to the other side of the room.