“How charming,” I breathe out, lost for words.
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” he says after a moment, looking at me as if I were fine china.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Yes, I’m trying to kill myself right in front of you. How did you know, Mr. Smarty-Pants?” My tone is dry with sarcasm.
He hums while placing a finger to his chin in a thinking motion. “Let me take a wild guess. Maybe it’s the fact that you placed your entire body weight on a structure that’s ready to fall down!”
I scoff. “I don’t weigh six hundred pounds.”
“I didn’t say you did.” He pinches his nose in frustration. “Whatever. I can’t help someone who doesn’t want help. I’ll be leaving now.” His massive shoulder brushes against mine.
“You can’t help me because I don’t need any help!” I exclaim, not understanding why he’s taking this so seriously.
Not getting a single reply back, I turn and find him glancing at me before walking down the ladder. My body slouches down on the tree house floor when I hear his feet slam against the ground beneath me.
Well then … that was interesting.
He was in a terrible mood today. I wonder why. Sighing, I lean my head against the wood and take out my phone.
After a while of just sitting in quiet, my finger hovers over Harper’s name.
I can do this. I’m strong.
I click her name and hear her pick up the line. My heart skips a beat.
“Trinity?” she whispers hoarsely.
Hearing her voice break makes me tear up. I did that to her. I hurt her because I’m selfish.
“Hi.” My voice matches hers. “Can I see you?”
“Of course,” she answers fast.
“Tree house,” I say.
“I’ll see you in ten,” she says before hanging up.
Here goes nothing …
I’m going to see my best friend for the first time in months. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. Maybe it’s me not knowing if she’s going to forgive me. I know she will … she has to.
* * *
I turn my head toward the door when I hear a body swing through the opening.
Harper.
She stands at the door in an awkward stance. She walks over to me and sits beside me. “Don’t even ask if I’m going to forgive you. You know what my answer is.”
I nod and sadly glance down at my lap. She can’t forgive me.
I knew it. I ruined a thirteen-year friendship by being stupid.
“Yes. Yes, I forgive you. Yes, I still love you. And, yes, I still want to be your friend after you ghosted me.” Her voice is firm as she nudges her elbow into my arm.
Tears fill my eyes as my lip wobbles. “I’m not sure why.”
