Horrible Human Beings

LET IT GO

Well guys, today December 7 isn't just my birthday or Mikey's birthday, today is also the day 4 years ago I met Steve and 3 years from the day I said goodbye to him and almost made the biggest mistake of my life y the reason why I started writing this story, beyond wanting to help y have fun with my character's crazy stuffs I wanted to send a message of hope and peace to the people that lives similar experiences. And well, I thought it would be nice to publish the end in the same day where everything started. Call me romantic.  

Well, enough of melodrama hahaha, lets play a game before you read this penultimate chapter publish your theories in the comments and when after reading the final chapter we will see if you were right or not hehehe. I'll see you in the end, thanks for all the support and comments, you make me feel as if it worth living all that because I got the make something positive from all that pain.

LET IT GO

I think I was an X-men, I mean, have you noticed that every time I was crying over something it rained all day? Wow wheatear-bending, what a cool super power, well, the problem is that I hate the sun and if I wanted gray skies every day I had to be weeping. Anyway, I'm just kidding, my only real super power was to get my ass in trouble.  

I was in trouble, I didn't just lose the project but my mix for sound-production's final, the good thing is that the rest of the my finals were written in a boring class-room, and since I had already passed sound-production I had nothing to worry about except for Mr. Perry's class. I don't know if you remember well, but...The project worth sixty percent of my final grade, which meant that without the project or my laptop I was doomed. I would have to take Mr. Perry's class again next year and worst of all everyone would be laughing at me, and I wouldn't be able to graduate with Charlie or the rest of my classmates. I bet Brandon was laughing his ass out right then.  

I'm not sure if I was sad at all, I mean, yeah I cried for hours in my bed, but...Was I really doing it because I lost my chance to take revenge? Or I just wanted to cry to convince myself that I wanted to display the movie at last? You might not understand what I'm saying, so let me clear things for you, and no, I hadn't been lying to you or anything, is just...Is something I realized that night after I ran away from Charlie and sunk into the darkness of the campus to later try to sleep in a chair of the theater.  

I thought a lot, you can't just sleep when something this relevant happens to you, not when your heart his chocking you and you keep seeing that incident that changed your life over and over in your mind. I thought that maybe...If I hadn't move that fast my laptop wouldn't have died. I thought about time machines and saw the scene over and over from all angles -I was cinematography student after all- But it didn't matter how much I tried to came back to that point, I just couldn't time travel.  

Sorry, I was going to tell you why I wasn't that sure I wanted to present the project in the end. Just think about it, I was days away from the screening day and...I got nothing, actually, there were more questions in my head than answers. First of all and most important Eric. Things hadn't change at all between Eric and me, he kept saying that I was his best friend and blah blah blah, other than that...Nothing, just awkward hugs and speeches of how I was the best friend in the world and how he didn't deserve my friendship.  

Don't get me wrong, at this point sometimes I thought that the betches were right and maybe Eric had some feelings for me, but I couldn't afford to consider that, because...Forget it, what really matters here is that we never kissed or was an actual insinuation of romantic interest in me from him...Right? And just do the math, with just days away from the big day so and many things that should have happened between us after he found out the truth, it was just impossible to present the project and I think I knew that from the beginning. I kept track of the time, I could have pushed things a little bit, but instead, I found myself immersed in parties, in movie afternoons at his loft, in having a straight life and worst of all, enjoining it.