I'm sitting at my pink- glass top table when i get the call. "Hey, Emilie." He says. he sounds tired. "Hey, babe." I say, twirling a piece of brown curly hair around a finger. "I- ah.... I don't know how to tell you this..." He gulps. I can practically see his adam's apple bob up and down. "Christian, you know you can tell me anything." I'm worried now. He only uses this voice when something serious is going on, like the dog dying or the car getting smashed. "Yeah, I know, but... Like, ugh. Emilie, you're my best friend. My only friend." He swallows again. Now I know something is wrong. "What's wrong?" I ask. "Emilie- I have to admit this, it's been killing me inside- Um, Emilie-" He stutters. I loose all patience. "Tell me." I yell into the phone.
"I'm gay." He says.
The words confuse me. "What?" I ask. He repeats it. "I've been cheating on you." He adds.
I think my heart just shattered.
He explains. I don't hear any of it. "Dumbass." I say. He falls silent. I hang up.
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Emilie Azule
General FictionEmilie Azule is a notorious coder, struggling at life. She's got a massive money problems, her boyfriend is gay, and her life is falling apart. Then, she meets her next-door neighbor, a boy named Armen, who shows her that life really isn't as bad a...
