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Today I knocked his thermos out of his trembling hands. I just can't stand the way he's shaking so damn much because of the caffeine, it's bad for him and I don't want to see him hurt himself anymore. But he only looked at me accusingly and asked me angrily, "What the hell Craig?" So I looked down at him and told him if he keep drinking coffee and twitching so damn much, I'll stop hanging out with him. Of course I was lying, but I thought maybe that would make him stop.
He looked at me and pouted, then he kneeled down to pick up his thermos on the snow covered ground, which was already stained by the coffee. At that moment, I felt like something inside of me just snapped. I was thinking: did he just choose coffee over me? So I knocked the thermos out of his hand again out of sheer anger. I don't know, maybe I was really jealous of the thermos. I looked at him, and saw that his lips were closely sealed, twisting, I could tell that he was biting down hard on the muscles inside his mouth. When I was about to say something, he launched at me trying to punch me, but it didn't land and he fell on the snow. I felt guilty, so I tried to help him up. "I want my coffee!" He screamed and kept hitting my chest, so I took hold of his wrists and made him stop. He slowly stopped resisting then I saw that tiny drop of tear rolled down his big hazel eyes and he said, "Please don't, don't stop being friends with me…" That made me felt incredibly painful inside, it's like someone just took my heart out and stabbed it. I have never feel like that before and I didn't know what was that feeling, it hurt even more than that time when I broke my leg or that time when I fought with Stan and he punched me in the eye… But then I realized how insecure he felt and something deep inside me just told me to lean forward and kiss my best friend.
I still remember what he tasted like – coffee and cream.