Friday
27th of Nov.
Dear You,
I was in the library when you came and sat opposite me. I looked at you without showing my emotions -awed by your handsomeness and fear for the knowledge that you knew.
"Hi. What can I do to you today?" I examined your face that says you are hesitating to tell me something.
"Um, Griffin, I'm sorry." I just raised my eyebrow and urge him to continue.
"I know about your- I'm not snooping around or anything. Its just mom asked me if I know you and when I nodded my head, she just had her sorry smile in her and it got my curiosity. So when she slept last night, I went to her stuff in her office and found out about your files. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I know that he is telling the truth and I just sighed in resignation.
"I'm not mad. Did you know that curiosity killed a cat? That's what you get for snooping around."
"So, the fight with the doorknob is just a lie and the bruises are from.."
"Leukemia. Yes." I'll be honest with him coz he knows.
"And did you remembered the time when you carried me to the nurse station because I was out and my nose is bleeding?" He nodded and I continued.
"They are symptoms. The nose bleeding. At first, I thought I was just lacking in sleep and it is an aftereffect of the accident but when my nose bleeds again the next day, Sist- they, urged me to have a thorough check-up and the rest is history." He surprised me by him taking my small hand in his big one and squeeze it lightly.
"Oh, Griffin. I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry about? You don't do anything."
"I'm just.."
"No, it is okay. I know you feel pity towards me and I get it. Loud and clear."
"No! Not pity but I felt sorry. I'm just sorry that you've got leukemia.
"Pity and sorry are somewhat synonymous in this situation, I guess."
"Griffin... If... If you need anything, a listener, a shoulder to cry on or just..anything, don't hesitate to call me or approach me, okay?" He squeezes my hand and I just nod my head not bothering to look in his eyes.
I hate the condition I was in at that moment.
From,
Me
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