Still thinking about stitching your ex boyfriends wounds?
Oh, come on.
I'm done with him.
I'm over him.
I beg to differ.
What do you mean? -_-
You can't see your close ones in pain.
Oh hell no. From where do you even assume such things.
Don't try to deny it, Wendy. It's a fact and we both know it.
Fine.
But that doesn't mean I'm constantly thinking about that douchebag's injuries.
I'm going to tell you something.
Please don't freak out.
Okay. Go ahead.
Ryan Desouza had became a very good friend of yours in the first grade. During the annual day, he had an accident. You remember that don't you?
Of course. He transfered to another school in the third grade.
And you were so hell bent in relieving him of his misery, you went to the ER with him, even though you were denied and missed the entire day at school.
You returned home at eight only after making sure that he was okay and out of danger.
So I know how much it affects you to see people in pain.
And I even know the reason for that.
What might that be?
Your grandfather died because no one attented his wounds when he came home from an accident.
You always felt that guilt, that if you hadn't considered it a minor accident and let it go, he would still be alive.
How do you know all this?
You'll be surprised if I tell you.
Just tell me.
You told me this yourself.
What
Yes, it's the truth.
I wouldn't disclose such deep secrets to just anyone.
Who says I'm just 'anyone' to you? :)
Holy shit, you're among my closest friends.
Oh my God.
We talk almost daily in the school right?
If awkward silences and weather reportings are considered talk then yeah, we do.
I can't believe this.
I know.
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