Grace

Fifteen

"I hate life," Toby says to his friend rather bluntly. His friend nods in agreement. "I hate people." His friend nods again.
"If I kill myself, would you join me?" His friend nods, but looks curiously at him. "I'm not going to do it, really," Toby continues. "It's just nice to know you're here for me and all."
His friend looks back up, his eyes searching the stars. Toby looks over at him, trying to figure out what might be going on in his head.
"I slept with her again." Harry mumbles.
"I'm sorry?" Toby asks, not sure if he heard him correctly.
"You heard me," he replies softly.
"Oh, wow," Toby laughs. "Really? How'd that go?"
"I don't know yet."
"Emma broke up with me."
"What?" he sits up sharply, looking over at Toby in shock.
"Yeah," Toby says, closing his eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You were dealing with your own problems, I guess."
"Toby, but this is... " he tries to think of a word.
"She said," he swallows, a tear sneaking down the side of his head, running into his hair. "She said she didn't love me anymore. She said she hasn't for awhile."
"Are you serious?"
"She said I was keeping things from her, and that I was being distant and wouldn't talk to her. And," his voice quivers. "She said she's been seeing someone else." His friend looks at him, not even sure what to think. "So she's going to Wales with him."
"Oh God," Harry breathes. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Who is it?"
"Some guy named Ty"
"I can't believe this."
"I know."
"How long has she been..."
"Apparently awhile. She wouldn't tell me."
"I'm so sorry. man," he falls back beside Toby, letting out a sad breath.
Toby doesn't say anything, his eyes opening to the stars above, blurred by tears.