Withered

Avoiding. It was one of my best skills. When ever a so called friend would ask to hang out, I would promptly tell them I was busy, though I never really was. I don't even remember the last time I was truly busy with anything. That's why I feel guilty about what happened with Emilie in a way. She called me and my bad habit answered. I said I was busy and she died the next day. I remember our exact exchange of words, "Hey Paul, um could I just talk to you for a little while? I kinda don't know what to do anymore."

"I'm sorry Emilie, but I'm busy."

"Um okay I guess." She said weakly and I hung up. I shut her out.