We Were Friends.

1. We Were Friends

"Hi..."

Silence met her.

"I know you probably don't want to talk to me."

Still no response.

"I heard you were leaving the city–going out of state."

Her nerves were getting to her ; his silence was making her wish she never approached him.

"Is that true?" She pauses as he lifts his head and turns to look at her. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in his hard stare. She looks into his eyes, those eyes that she loves so much to look at.

"Why do you care?" Anger flowed through his voice, hitting her like sharp glass.

She swallowed her tears down and reached over to his hand, he looked at it, questioning if he should shove it away or let it stay.

"You're my best friend."

The chuckle that escaped from his lips stung as he shook his head in disbelief. "If I was your best friend," he paused, "then why didn't you keep in touch with me? Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you message me? Why did you just leave me, like I was nothing?" He sighed angrily, "and most importantly, why did you push me away when we both needed each other the most."

He shoved her hand away.

"Please, please listen to me."

"I have nothing to listen to, especially if it's coming from you. Just leave me alone."

"I understand how you feel. I'll understand if you don't ever want to talk to me again. I'll understand if you never want to see me again, but I just want you to know that I won't stop bothering you. I will come by and see you. I'll come by and talk to you, even if you don't talk to me. I won't stop. I won't give up until you understand me and how I feel and what I went through. And if you still don't understand by the time you leave, then I will know that I tried my best." She pauses as she looks away from his piercing eyes. "I'll understand that I tried my best to fix our friendship and that, unfortunately, it didn't work."

He once again rewarded her with silence.

"So, when are you leaving?"

He hesitates before he looks up to meet her hopeful eyes, he sighs. He stands up, and just before he leaves, he mumbles, "July." And with that, he walks away, not looking back.