So, how do I recount what happened that night? Some of it I barely remember. But I know I made a mistake. I opened up about that day. I haven't told anyone, except the detective, because I knew he would tell others for me. But we all know this will be a repeat of last time. I open up, they feel sympathetic and try to help for a day or so. Then they find better and more important things to worry about.
I let myself enjoy staring at her as she sleeps for a while. Then realize we have to get to class, so I gently shake her, saying,
"Harper… time to get up! School waits for no one."
"Ugh. What time is it?"
She sounded tired. I don't blame her. We were up hours last night talking. Well, I was talking. She's a surprisingly good listener. I almost hope that this will work with us.
"Lost in your mind again?" She asked gently.
Crap. I was probably sitting there for at least ten minutes, maybe more. I hope whatever happened last night wasn't too bad. I felt so vulnerable, but at the same time relieved.
"Thanks for letting me talk last night. It felt great to get that off my chest"
"Of course. I promise I won't tell anyone. I don't wanna lose you."
"Lose me how"
Oh no. here it comes. The whole "don't kill yourself, you have so much to live for" talk. All fake and meaningless, but makes them seem like they did something.
"Because like you said last night, I've fallen in love with you, and I'm terrified of what that means. How this changes our friendship and our friend group. If we want to be out, or not. How our parents will react."
Oh. My. God. If I wasn't already in love, now I am. She's perfect. She gets me. Doesn't over sympathize.
"I feel like I should know this, but are you out to anyone?"
"I'm out to my mom, but my dad is extremely homophobic."
"My parents know, and my close friend group does. They all want me to move on from my past and "get a life" as they say. So they wouldn't mind."
Holy shit! I might have gotten a girlfriend.
My phone started buzzing. My mom.
"SHIT! WE HAVE SCHOOL!"
