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Agliophobia

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Agliophobia.

Dear Helen,

I've been through hell, but that didn't hurt as much as being separated from you. Helen, I love you. I'm not going to say I like you or let's date. I'm telling this straight Helen I want to live with you, but will you accept me if you know who I am? I really hope you do.

I ask you, Helen, will you accept me?

If you would accept me despite who I am, wear a red colour dress to school or wear a yellow colour dress.

I hope you would wear a red dress.
Until next time.

Yours,
Anonymous.


I stared at the letter and checked for some sign to find him but there wasn't one. I checked around the house, there was no one at sight.

With a broken heart, I went back inside the house and took a vase for the flowers and placed it neatly on the dining table.

The flowers looked beautiful with the cutlery. I admired it with a sad smile.

"Where am I?" Came a confused voice from Cole breaking my reverie. He stared perplexed at the hall and the turbulent state he slept in.

"At my house, you slept on the car so we brought you here", I informed him flatly.

He checked the house as if he is in a dream and looked back at me with realization in his eyes, but suddenly his look changed to anger and started to yell

"You forced me to drink, it's been ages since I drank and you force-fed me, how dare you? Do you know what happened the last time I drank? I promised my mother I would never drink again" he was stopped midsentence by Aiden. I stared dumbstruck at his outbreak.

"Enough Cole, you ain't a baby to get compelled. So please stop it!"

I realized how little I know about my friends, they seem to have a dark past that they wanted to forget but I don't like to compel people to confide in me.

I looked at both of them exchanging looks between themselves, it felt like they are having a debate through glances.

I also felt guilt wash through when Cole accused me of him, breaking his promises. I walked over to Cole in distress and sat next to him on the couch and said,

"I'm sorry Cole, I didn't know what I was doing at that time. I was drunk. I've never gotten drunk before, I didn't know that I would lose myself. I'm so sorry Cole" I sincerely apologised to him. I still felt the guilt burn through me.

Cole came closer and hugged me from the side and said "it's okay, I know you were drunk. I should have been the responsible one at that moment. Letting you drink is a bad move I guess. I'm sorry for yelling at you Ele, it's just I don't like to break promises that I did to my mom" he said and broke from the embrace, guilt visible on his eyes.

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