[edited] ZeRoyalChaos - The Truth

C13

-Chapter 13-
-Ze's POV-

It's a been almost two days since me and Chilled had our argument. I haven't heard from him once, it's been, lonely. I wrapped myself further into the damp covers, sinking my face into the pillow, fuck you Chilled, or should I say Anthony. I honestly thought you were different. Why did I have to go be all suspicious? Deep down, I knew that I should've played my cards clearly on the table, being discreet always messes it up. He has the right to be angry. I messed up. It's my fault. There was a distant knock at the door. No way in hell. I ignored it, burrowing my head further in between the pillows. Not now. Maybe I should call him and apologise? That's the least I could do? Right? But that's just letting him get away with it. The knocking continued. Stop already, I shook my head, it's all too loud. I slowly reach out for my phone, clicking it on to look at the lock screen. It was a screenshot of me and Chilled posing stupidly on call, fuck sake. I remember that night so clear. Neither of us wanted to leave one another so we stayed on till we fell asleep. Fuck.

"Steven," a voice erupted from the doorway, what the fuck?

I shot up, glancing behind me to the voice in the doorway, Galm? My eyes ran over Galm's concerned face, why was he here? He gestured to my face, wandering further into the room,

"I was worried about you."

I cleared my throat, creating room for him on my bed as I wiped at my face,

"hi."

Galm sat beside me, using his sleeve to wipe my damp cheeks,

"hi."

I chuckled weakly,

"thank you."

"I think it's time we spoke about it," Galm insisted slowly.

"There's nothing to talk about," I muttered.

I messed up. Galm squeezed my shoulder firmly,

"every time something goes wrong, you cannot shut down and blame yourself," he frowned, "you can't do that, not with Chilled."

I sat up more, tugging at my sleeves,

"Galm, it's not that simple."

"With Chilled, it is," Galm sighed, "I know I lectured you on Chilled being not the best option but," he shook his head, "I was an idiot, I spoke things through with Smarty to confirm my suspicions and," and? "yes, he's quick to answer. Yes, he's aggressively protective," protective? "he is so easy to express his emotions, sometimes it comes off more negative than positive."

I'm not sure what to think of what he's saying. Is this just a plan to get me to come back online? Galm watched the cogs turn in my head before speaking again,

"look, it's stupid but," he hesitantly pulled away, "I'm going over there," no way, "It's Smarty's birthday soon and he wants me there, he wants, us, there."

Me? I know Smarty as much as I know Chilled which isn't a lot. I shook my head rapidly,

"I can't, I can't travel, you know what that does to me."

Galm slid his hand into mine,

"you won't be alone this time. I'll be with you every step of the time."

I pull my hand from him,

"you don't get it. It's not that easy. I can't just walts onto a plane and forget everything."

It was impossible. Galm signed,

"I know, I just thought you'd be willing to give it a try."

"I don't think I can," I whispered, especially since arguing with Chilled.

Galm stood from the bed, making his way out,
"I understand Ze."

Galm loitered at the doorway for a moment before turning back to look at me,

"If you change your mind, come to mine tomorrow morning," he tapped the door frame, "there's stuff on your kitchen table."

Galm left the room. Stuff on the table? I listened until the front door had slammed shut. Right okay, I climbed out of bed, heading into the kitchen. There on the kitchen table was a bouquet of roses and a couple of games. What the fuck? Attached to the roses were a letter. Did Galm do this? I slowly opened the letter to begin with.

'Dear Ze,
I have a couple of things I'd like to begin with. Firstly, I'm extremely sorry for the way I acted. Secondly, I'm a complete arsehole. Thirdly, I'm a complete arsehole. I wish I could've written this myself but it would have taken forever to get to you. So, I cheated and got Galm to do it, with the help of Smarty. I hope together we can work past this and learn from one another. I'm sorry.
Yours truly,
               Chilled x'

I continue reading the letter over and over again until my vision begins to blur. It doesn't make sense. I don't understand. He, actually apologised? Why did he apologise? I took a seat, resting my head in my hands,

"I'm such an idiot."

I need to apologise. I rushed into my room to grab my phone, calling Galm, almost instantly he picked up,

"yes?"

"Yours, tomorrow morning," I spoke sternly.

Galm chuckled,

"alright."

"Make it a surprise," I claimed, "I have to one up him."

"Got it, see you then." Galm chuckled.

I agreed then hung up. I need to pack. I started to grab clothes, throwing them onto my bed beside my dusty suit case. I did not expect to be using this again, ever. I differ the clothes in categories before packing them neatly inside. After a few hours, it was already almost midnight. Yet somehow I'm exhausted even though I've slept for 2 days straight. Insane. I settled down, setting my alarm for 6am. I need to plan it in the morning.