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True's POV
Abel and I were standing outside in the alley. He was smoking a cigarette and waiting for me to say something to me.
I was in shock that he was here in Miami, I didn't think I'd run into him so soon. For the life of me I couldn't fathom what to say.
The last things I said to him, and the last time I saw him, things were heated between the two of us.
From the looks of it, things were still heated now.
I stared at him trying to figure out what to say. I hadn't seen him in so long, and I had so much on my mind, but I couldn't do anything, but stare.
"This...this is how you talk to people?"
"I um, I'm so..."
He raised his eyebrow at me.
"I'm so... happy to see you." I mustered out sheepishly. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I stared at the floor.
"Are you being sincere?" Abel asked.
"Yeah I am." I looked up at him. "I really um... I... I really missed you, you know? I'm glad, I... I'm glad I ran into you."
"You could have fooled me." He said under his breath. "What?" I said in disbelief. "So you think I'm fucking with you or something? It was hard for me to say that to you." I snapped.
He flicked his cigarette and turned to me.
"You seem like you're holding up pretty well, so yeah." He blew smoke out at me as he walked up to me. "You fucking with me or something, huh? 'Cause you seem like you're doing just fine without me, True. You seem like you don't need me at all, meanwhile, I'm sitting in Toronto thinking about what happened to you and wether you got caught up in some shit. I saw what happened to your house on the news!"
"I didn't know if you got away or what, but you're fucking here?! In Miami?"
I looked up at him with watery eyes. I had my hand covering my mouth as he continued to shout.
"Don't ask me if I think you're fucking with me, I know you are! You are, and for all I know you've been fucking with me this whole goddamn time!"
"No..." I tried to keep my voice from breaking.
I quickly turned my head and wiped my eyes. "No." I repeated. "If you're gonna talk your shit, do it. Please do so, get whatever you have to say off your chest, but don't say shit that ain't true." I said.
