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So Hard to Face the Truth
002; The Aftermath
The silence that grows between is is even more intense than that of the closet.
For a full five days neither of us even say anything to each other. Maybe because I attempt to avoid her at all costs. It's not like I don't want to see her- actually I would die to. But I just can't face her- face what happened.
The moment replays a million times in my head, 24 hours a day, every minute and every second. I can't focus, I can do anything. Even my other friends begin to notice how zoned out I stay. They give me sideways glances and ask me what's wrong.
That's when I begin to pretend like nothing ever happened between. I didn't kiss my best friend- my girl best friend. I didn't like it. I definitely didn't want it to turn into something else.
She attempts to contact me after a while. She sends me several texts, leaves a couple voice mails, and messages me on Facebook. I ignore them all, and feel bad as I do. She is my best friend for God's sake. But I can't, I really can't. I'm scared, a scared 'lil coward.
Friends become acquaintances, then acquaintances become strangers. Of our my own doing we drift painfully apart like two ships at sea.
For a full five days neither of us even say anything to each other. Maybe because I attempt to avoid her at all costs. It's not like I don't want to see her- actually I would die to. But I just can't face her- face what happened.
The moment replays a million times in my head, 24 hours a day, every minute and every second. I can't focus, I can do anything. Even my other friends begin to notice how zoned out I stay. They give me sideways glances and ask me what's wrong.
That's when I begin to pretend like nothing ever happened between. I didn't kiss my best friend- my girl best friend. I didn't like it. I definitely didn't want it to turn into something else.
She attempts to contact me after a while. She sends me several texts, leaves a couple voice mails, and messages me on Facebook. I ignore them all, and feel bad as I do. She is my best friend for God's sake. But I can't, I really can't. I'm scared, a scared 'lil coward.
Friends become acquaintances, then acquaintances become strangers. Of our my own doing we drift painfully apart like two ships at sea.
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Too short?