I found myself staring at the clock. Just waiting for him to come out. He seemed okay awhile ago but it seems anger took over once again. This time, I tried my best to stop him but even I couldn't take it anymore. His friends told me that it'd pass but I'm not really sure about that. So here's the situation: His mom just died and he and his mother were really close. His mother was the nicest person I've ever met and I don't know how he and I can live without her.
We were in her house. His dad passed away long before and his mother was the only family he knew. I wanted to be there for him but I guess there's really nothing stronger than a love like theirs. Besides, I was just his friend so what more can I expect? I mean I like him as more than what we are now but I guess not everyone can get what they want. I am one of those people. I try to chase after someone who I know would never chase me in return and honestly, this was what you could call heartbreaking.
After a while, he came out of her bedroom. His brown eyes were surrounded by a sea of red and tears just kept rolling down.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Brooke." Zack said putting his arms around me.
"It's okay Zack, I understand," I said.
And this is how our story started…