XLII | Confession

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Kumar texted me
the night Rowan declared
'I hate you.'

He's not using Rowan's phone anymore.

I read the message,
listless.

It's another report
on Rowan's mood.

I don't know why

Kumar's sending these.

I told him
he doesn't have to.

That Rowan
won't appreciate him
doing so.

He just sent me the crying emoji in response.

Kumar said he's going home
tomorrow.

Me: SO FAST? R U SURE?
Him: YEAH. FASTER BETTER.
Me: WORRIED FOR WHAT?
Him: HAHA.

He's honest.

It's too early in the morning
to be awake

but I had trouble sleeping last night.

So for once,
I'm the one waiting for Kumar.

'Cause of Rowan?' Kumar teases.

The moving bus wobbles.

'Uhhhh...'

'Confirm is not because of school work one.'

'Uhhhh...'

He looks at my tired face
and tells me to sleep.

When I wake up,

Kumar's face is pale
and I feel like a bad friend again.

'It'll be fine,' I tell him.

Show him my fist.
'I'm here.'

An uneasy smile.

We get off the bus,
take the lift,
stand in front of a neat and tidy door.

The only one with no potted plants.

I ring the doorbell
(because Kumar has turned to stone).

His mother answers the door,
only a crack opens.

Then, she starts to cry.

(Without opening it!)

We stand helplessly,
unable to do anything,

too shocked to say anything.

Why is everyone
always
crying
these days?

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