❝𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐?❞
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Rachelle Anderson moved to Massachusetts for two reasons: to pursue her dream of being a cellist and to pursue her childhood friend, Leon Taylor.
Rachelle and Leon had been fri...
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The next few days went by routinely — school, home, repeat. Although Leon texted me a few times to check up on me, I went ahead to give the usual boring replies.
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L: It's been a while since we met. Wanna hang out tonight?
R: Can't. Busy with finals.
L: What's in for finals?
R: Solo performance. Can't afford to screw up.
L: No worries. I missed you, sweetheart.
R: Good luck with your finals too.
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I needed a source of release and school was doing a great job at keeping me busy and sane. I stayed in the studio to practice even way after classes, only returning home when it got too late. Stepping out of the academy and heading towards the bus stop, a gush of cold wind breezed by and I clasped my hands together only to wince when the tip of my fingers stung from all the friction. I sighed, ignoring the bother that I was feeling.
Alone at the bus stop, light snow fell beyond the shelter and I thought a lot about everything since that day I returned from Leon's apartment. He was already twenty-one and it was reasonable for him to be in a relationship. After all, even people in high school had epic romances — a college boy like him should be considered a late bloomer.
Since we never said we were anything more, our status quo remains. Perhaps, I was the one who overthought the whole situation, because things shouldn't change, I shouldn't change. It would probably hurt him if I changed and if I destroyed the many years of friendship with my unnecessary emotions. It would be better if everything remained as it should be.
I guessed I avoided him long enough and I didn't I want to make things too obvious. Even if we were to remain as friends, neither do I wish to be distant from him. Fifteen years of my life, I didn't spend all these years in order to become strangers with him. Picking my phone again, I scrolled to Leon's contact and tapped away.
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R: Actually, can we hang out tonight?
L: What happened to finals?
R: What are finals?
L: What are they?
R: Last call. Or not the opportunity goes to Clara.
L: Your place or mine?
R: Yours.
L: Alright, see you!
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I arrived as promised, but there was some apprehension within me that refused to let me ring his doorbell. A silent panic told me to wait and think of a suitable response if it was his girlfriend opening the door again. I mean, it would look a hell lot stupid if someone rings a wrong doorbell twice. I wondered if Leon ever mentioned about me to her before or do I have to introduce myself from the beginning? Is it even right for me to hang out in his apartment?
