Texting || H.S (HIATUS)

7

"Er..Eryna.." I heard sobbing sound from Marcel. His voice sounds raspy and hoarse due to maybe a lot of crying.

"Marcel,are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

"No I'm not.." he let out another whimper of crying. He sounds awful and I can't help but feel hurt by that.

"Mind to tell me what's wrong?" I said with concern. I made sure the word came out gentle so it'll be soothing.

"It - it just..my friends- they, they are the same! Just like everybody else! They don't understand me! They just like the others!" He sobbed a few times and whimpered slightly.

"What did they do Marcel?"

"I- I was texting you and- and one of them read our dirty text and h- he showed it to my other friend and he gone mad because he thought I was f.cking someone. He thought you're a booty call. He started to assume that I was having a scandal with a whore and he..." He stopped to take a breath.

"He called you a prostitute, I'm so mad! So..I slapped him because being rude and and he-" Marcel started stuttered.

"Relax Marcel,take a deep breath okay? I'm here" as said as I do the same to guide him.

"I told him I'm not the old me! I've changed okay I've changed Ery! I've changed...please tell me you believe me.." he plead.

"I always believe you Marcel" I coax him by saying sweet things afterwards.

" Then he said I'm the one who always get us in trouble, I'm the one who always made the group in trouble.. they said my scandals and affair attract paparazzies.. I'm the bad image among us. He and the rest of my friends never believe me they don't understand..." He cried loudly.

That's unusual. Did he just said paparazzies? It's not the right time to ask him now since he was crying.

"You're all I have Ery,you won't leave me, right?" He questioned me with his cute little innocent voice

"Yes Marcel I'm here for you" I said.

"Ery I felt so depressed..what should I do now?"

"Well can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"What is it?"

"Be Happy" I said. I know it's odd but I just want him to know even in any circumstances he must be happy. It makes life easier and better.

I should take my own advice but apparently not.

"I can't do that, there's nothing to be happy about,my life is full with imperfections human just blind to see that. My life is not perfect." He scoffed.

"Marcel, being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect,it means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections and be happy. Please do it for me?" I said.

"I will try but only for you tho" he said and I can tell he smiled at the end of the sentence.

"Yeayyy that's my old man!!" I cheer and clapped.

"Old man? Eryna we've been through this,I'm indeed are not an old man!" He grunt.

"I know you're not but I don't care,you are my sweetest and cutest old man!" I said joyously to make him forget about why he's crying.

"I am" he agreed with me.

"I'm happy that you call me love. I'm glad I could hear your beautiful voice." He said. It gave me shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach.