Hot Chocolate & Texts
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agapik9
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Two best friends text each other on a cold December night.

Hot Chocolate & Texts

by agapik9

When I met you, you were this fragile boy, who always cried

I never thought we would become friends, or that 10 years from then, we would be exchanging text messages, drinking hot chocolate under the moonlit, starlit sky.

"Hey" You texted first, taking a sip from your chocolate.

I could see you from my window, you didn't even look at me. You didn't seem okay.

"What's wrong?" I asked you, and gently touched the glass.

I would always do that, and you would touch your as well. It felt like we were connecting that way. Today, you didn't. I felt like crying. Did this mean you were leaving me?

It started snowing outside, the lines blurred. "I'm leaving"

When I saw that text, I dropped my cup. I felt a sudden pain in my heart. We had always been together, so what had happened now?

"Why? What happened?" I asked, my tears streaming down.

You know I've always loved you. I've always, always loved you.

"I..." My eyes were so blurry from my tears I couldn't see.

I knelt down and wiped my tears. Maybe it would have been better if I had stopped.

"I left a girl pregnant, and my parents learnt it. Sorry"

The pain in my heart grew worse. It hurt, so, so much.

"How could you?" I texted and shouted at the same time.

He heard me, I suppose and looked directly into my eyes. That's when I realised he was crying too.

"It was a mistake. I'm really sorry."

I took a deep breath, and started typing. I didn't know how he would react and I din't care.

"I've always loved you."

I guess he saw it, and he dropped his phone. He sank into his knees and started crying. He was shaking so badly...

He opened the window in mere seconds, and took a breath.

I opened mine as well, if we really tried we could touch each other.

"I love you as well." He shouted out, his tears falling.

I was left numb, not because of the cold, or the snow flakes falling on my bare shoulders, but because of his words. These were the words I have wanted to hear so badly.

We both extended our hands, and I managed to hold him tight.

His hand was so cold and pale against the night.

"Never let me go."

We both said.

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