I wrote this a couple months back... its a good story, sides you might need a break from Lizzys post... so I present to you... Guilt...
I saw my friend with his curly red hair start to approach me with the jet-black camera that I previously left at his house on his wooden dresser. As I stood there, like I had just came back from a war and hadn't seen a smile in years, he came up and said: “ Here’s your camera”.
“Thanks, need it to take a picture of sadness for Photo,” I said not knowing a good conversation starter and by the look on his face, he didn't either. During this silent day, something inside me was eating me alive. I didn't know what it was.
“Nice weather in the park today.” he said unexpectedly, though it was a beautiful day as the sun was shining and the red, brown, and yellow leaves were falling towards the green, wet, short grass,
I had to reply with “yep” and asked how his day was and he replied with the same answer. Moments after the awkward cold silence in the summer's day, the feeling came back but more of it. “Maybe it's the boredom,” I thought to myself trying to push it away. He broke the silence by asking “How was the first week of school?” We just stared at the ground for a couple of uncomfortable seconds, which felt like hours or maybe even years, before I said “Good, yours?”
“I’ve been in school for a couple months…” he said standing there just looking blankly at me. We stood in silence for a couple seconds before the feeling came back more powerful than before. I tried to fight it away but I didn't realise you can't fight something you don't know what it is, so I tried to think of something else, like puppies or a meadow but it just kept coming back till it wanted spills out, but before I said anything he said “Look I’m sorry I flipped out on you about my ex, I shouldn’t have, I mean it's only one girl, and it's bad enough that I'm the reason you two broke up”, while still looking onto the ground. I just looked at him and realized he must’ve had the same feeling that I had. Without thinking I confessed, “We never did break up.” As soon as I said that all of that feeling when away.
"What?" he said with anger in his voice.
"We never did break up."
"Why did you lie?"
"I lied because I thought you were mad at men
“I was never mad at you,” he sighed realizing it was all gonna go to hit the ground “I had family problems that day”. After a while of the solemn silence of realizing he can't stand, he went to the closest bench, which was blue and halfway broken due to a car crash a couple years ago. I sit down on the wet grass and my back against the broken part of the bench. Realizing a new feeling came in, but I knew this feeling, it was empathy. I knew the only reason he was sitting there, with his head in his hands, was because his best friend had lied to him twice about the same thing. He stood up, looked at me and said “You didn't break up my ex because you thought I hated you? Well, I do now.”
“If it helps,” I said while I stood up quicker than a rabbit, “just remember who drank the hot sauce just so you would talk to me again”. He turned around and just looked at me with a blank stare and we stood there for what felt like millions of millennia before he said with his voice breaking, “When did it start?’
“June 8th…” I told while looking him straight into his eyes and seeing his light tears "not even a whole week before we got out of school.”
“That's when you started dating?”
“No, we started dating November 14th”. He walked away right, crying, as I said that. and then I grabbed my camera and pointed it at myself and clicked.
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