chapter 4

"I'm speculating they ended up dating?" I asked. expecting that he should lift up his head, however he didn't.

"They did. it was a triumph...the first date. Lord She was unable to quit talking about it.

"Hen, he is stunning."

"Hen, he is a darling."

"Hen, he is a man of his word."

Goodness I swear she wouldn't stop, and that irritated me, for it implied a second date which prompted a third date. Fourth date.

Furthermore, all that I heard to hear it. you can imagine how that dealt with my helpless heart.

Waiting tight for her from grade 8 until college, just to have her grabbed from me. that wasn't fair, imagine paying attention to a person you love enlightening you regarding somebody they love. everyday, the entire day. it made me extremely upset, but then life isn't fair anyways I just needed to suck it up.'

I could hear torment in his voice as he talked lifting his head to the roof. and to me, here and there in the middle of his sentences. He was unquestionably in torment and didn't have the foggiest idea how to battle it. and that broke my heart. I took a gander at him reluctant, with regards to if to pose the following question but ended up asking anyway

"Their relationship, how was it?" I asked.

he dropped his head and turned his face to me.

"Stupid." He responded with a stoic expression.

"Hensley." I rebuked him. just to see him rolled his eyes and stood up.

"You said you want to help me right? Is that not why we are talking?" He asked as he stood up.

"Obviously I want to help you." I responded, also standing up.

"Then why does this feel like an interrogation? For what reason then are you playing miss journalist rather than a therapist? why ask me questions and not just give me responses!" He started to yell as he paced around the room.

"Trust me Hensley, this is my method of helping you." I said seeing that as I strolled towards him, attempting to hold his hand. yet, he immediately moved away from me yelling again.

"Then, at this point your method of attempting to help me is futile! God I wish I had killed that child of a witch!"

"Then you would have gone to prison." I stated as I peered down. Hensley started to laugh.

"That would be better, at least they are no useless therapists in prison." he said.

I looked at him as I said "This useless therapist is trying to help Hensley."

Just to hear him laugh again, prior to yelling;

"How is reliving my nightmare going to change anything? How is it going to change the way that I was left on the altar! will it bring her back? Tell me! Fucken tell me! Fucken tell me!" He yelled, shouting as he was pacing around out of disdain.

Fury shouting sounding from his voice, he got the chair that he was perched on and tossed to the vase on the corner while shouting out of resentment.

Seeing that, I gradually strolled in reverse as I attempted to quiet him down, sacredly watching him hurried to the next chair that I was sitting on.

"Hensley. Hensley put that down. Hen..." I whispered with a soft voice.

Yet, sadly he was suddenly too angry to pay attention to me. He tossed that other seat on the other corner, making me put my hands in my face screaming. just to hear securities ran in and held him. While the nurses likewise hurried in with their types of gear and injected him. He dosed off on the floor prior to placing him in one of the wheel beds...

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"you are here. is this your usual spot, do you find comfort sitting here?" I asked, the following day. Strolling inside the white painted room again, holding my blue purse that matched with my pegged black dress and stiletto heels. I found him sitting in precisely the same spot, yet today confronting the two panel slider window and not the roof.

"Their relationship was normal. like any other relationship nowadays. perfect in the beginning, feels like an American film. dinner dates. movie nights. romantic picnics in the park. causes her to feel like she is the only young lady in the world...until he starts to cheat. and break her heart."

I heard him states, disregarding my small talk as he heard me stroll in. and I stood there by the entryway, astonished by that.

“maybe he is at long last prepared to open up all alone without being forced.” I pondered internally.

"Tell me about yours. Your relationship with her." I asked as I slowly walked in and put my hand bag on the floor and sat on the seat that was set right alongside him. it was white and appeared to be more comfortable more than the one he broke a day prior.

Hearing that he pivoted and looked at me with a face which appeared to be somewhat quiet and less furious. he was wearing a white hood and white jeans today, looking all attractive.

"It only existed when she was heartbroken.” He expressed, glaring his face and I looked at him befuddled.

“What did he mean by that? “I contemplated internally. and it was like he could guess what I was be thinking.

“it began one day when he broke her heart for the second time. Yes, I was counting. I remember everything.

the first time around. She caught him kissing with this other young lady. and she came crying in my door.

Finding me laying on bed, with my headsets on. I remember I felt her little hand tap on my shoulder and I quickly convoluted. Just to meet her teary face.

"Ora what happened? For what reason are you crying?" I interrogated her. Surprised by the tears. Elora wasn't a cry baby, she never wept for simply anything henceforth I was surprised by her tears.

"Ora talk to me. What occurred, is it your mom?" I continued, hypothesizing in the wake of seeing her wheeze much more without responding my first questions.

She looked at me and shouted "He cheated! He. He was kissing some young lady; how could he do this to me!"

I was so astounded. Stunned. and surprisingly furious, I didn't expect that.

However, I didn't want to show her, so rather than going to punch that bastard like I wished to, I decided to comfort my friend first.

With that, I held her small body and embraced her murmuring "I'm sorry."

"How could he? How could he do this to me?" She cried and continued crying as she hit my helpless shoulder, while I embraced her small body so close. I remember, she wouldn't quit crying and surprisingly ended nodding off in my arms that evening.

The next morning, she woke up and swore she was finished with him. I was cheerful and relieved. Just for her to return later and drop a bomb on me.

"Hen I've decided to forgive him." she said.

I remember… I watched her standing close to my double bed as she modestly peered down playing with her small fingers.

"What?" I expressed from the corner of my bed, as I plunked down not believing my ears.

"That bastard cheated on you ora, how could you forgive him?" I asked as I stood up acknowledging she didn't have words to respond to me.

"Hen I love him, he made a mistake but who doesn’t. I chose to forgive and I already told him. I just wanted to let you know" She expressed as she left my room.

Leaving me to yell "Ora that is dumb! Ora!"

Yet, she didn't pay attention to me. and regardless of how I attempted to convince her to part ways with him subsequently, she wouldn't listen. Well until he cheated again.

this time, she was even too embarrassed to even consider coming to me, I just discovered by hearing her cry in her room.

"Ora! Ora, open the door!" I remember, I shouted subsequent to hearing her cry.

"Ora, open this door I'm not going to go away! Ora, open this door before I break it!"

I shouted again, before I heard her fight with the key. Opening the entryway and I hurled myself inside.

"why are you crying? Please don't tell me it's that bastard again. " I asked. Just to see her peer down as she wheezes.

"What did he do? Did he cheat on you again?" I asked, now blowing up. Ora continued peering down without a word and I could see that I was correct and that drove me more crazy.

"Hell no. I will kill him!" I yelled out as I irately ran out of the room.

"Hen! Hensley! Hensley no!" shouted Elora.

I didn't pay attention to her. I was excessively furious, so I continued running outside until I arrived at that wizard's stupid apartment, bang the entryway open. he was sitting alone in his ridiculous black couch, while playing some idiotic computer games while ora was crying because of him. Seeing that I got more pissed and punched him on the face.

"What the heck!" astonished, he yelled.

"You bastard!" I shouted back as I punched him again, before his companions ran from the kitchen and held me... just for me to see ora running in and got me from Derek's companion and hauled me out of the loft. furthermore, into the car.

Getting inside, the black Mercedes Benz car, I turned to her and looked at her straight without flinching.

"You could have gotten yourself injured hen." She said glancing back at me. I kept my eyes on her, prior to locking my lips on hers, just to see her kiss me back. Furthermore, we enthusiastically kissed for a couple of moments before she pulled out and ran out of the vehicle. leaving me to yell;

"Ora! ora!" I shouted as I likewise opened the car door and ran out. attempting to stop her, however she wouldn’t... so I got back inside the car and drove back to the condo trusting I will find her, however I didn't.

I stayed up the entire evening, hoping she returns yet she didn’t.

She only returned the next day, yet I was unable to see her. She kept on avoiding me the entire day until I later found the courage to proceed to knock in her entryway.

"What do you want?" She asked me as she held her entryway, standing in her pink vest and short Pyjamas.

"Can we talk?" I asked, looking at her as I stood setting my hand in the black painted wall of her room close to the white entryway with a red frame.

"No we can't." She annoyingly responded, attempting to close the entryway. However, I rose my hand and halted her before she could as I pleaded.

"Please." I pleaded.

She turned to look at me and gave up, strolling towards her pink covered bed and sat down.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear. However, I will say it anyway." I said peering down. Knowing she would turn her eyes on me.

"I'm not sorry about what occurred. Truth is, I love you ora. I've loved you since the first day I set eyes on you." I professed, lifting my head and looked at her. just to see her stand up from her bed furthermore, interfere with me saying "Hen, Derek and I are back together. I slept at his place"

I looked at her, not knowing whether to be shocked by her stupidity or heart broken by it. I didn't even know what to say, so I just stood up from her bed and left her room, heartbroken.

The manner in which I was so heart broken, I didn't have strength for anything. I just locked my door and constrained myself to close my eyes and dozed off. just to awaken to a letter in the lounge area the following day.

“I decided to move in with Derek, I hope you understand... Elora" I looked at the letter powerless. there were not even the little loves which she used to leave in each letter she used to keep in touch with me previously. She even left her complete name, not the nickname I used.

I was hurt. shocked. I didn't know how to feel. I was crushed. What I had consistently feared would occur in secondary school had I admitted my loved for her, demonstrated to have been valid. I was losing her. I lost my dearest friend.

I thought as I felt my hands and lips shaking. Bitterly, I hit the table with my right clench hand and tossed the Letter on the floor. It didn't feel real. It seemed like a most noticeably terrible bad dream.

"How is it possible that she would pick somebody who hurt her twice over me? I could never pick anyone else over her even the people who adored me profoundly.”

there was a sense of calmness in his voice as his spoke. also, He was no longer looking at me with outrage eyes which shouted “I'm draining, I'm dying.”