After our meal, we walked around the pier and the crowd slowly started to grow so we moved ourselves to walk down a pathway along the beach. We were quiet for a while just simply enjoying the view of the ocean, seeing the sun slowly setting, and the people still swimming or surfing in the water. I paused for a bit to look and Elliot paused beside me as he waited before we started walking again. I don't remember how long we walked until we had to turn back around to walk over to his car and by the time we returned the crowd eased.

"Elliot, what do you usually do with your friends?" I asked him, curiously. "I doubt a lot of guys you know to enjoy these types of hang-outs."

Elliot chuckled, "Yeah, they kind of don't. Unless there are girls involved or a bonfire or something then we'll come here to hang out." he said as he unlocked his car. "They are more of the 'bro' type. Video games, eating lots of pizza, and work-out."

"Hmm, I don't mind the first two, but I'm not the athletic type," I said.

"That's fine. I wasn't either until I tried out for volleyball. Actually I don't know why I even joined the team." he said, thoughtfully.

"Did you even like watching sports?"

"Sometimes, but it was mostly basketball or soccer," he answered.

"Why didn't you try it out?"

"I wasn't interested."

I laughed. "Alright."

"I think I only did it because my older brother played a sport and I think my parents were expecting me to play as well," he said as he started to drive once we were all buckled. "My mom remarried after my dad's passing and my stepdad has a son three years older than me."

"And were they excited about it?" I asked.

"Um, it seems like they don't mind. My mom is the only one that comes to my games." He said. "My dad is a workaholic and my brother ended up going to college a couple of hours away so we hardly see him."

I nod as I thought about this before turning to him. "Then why still play it? It doesn't seem like you had to do it." I said.

He shrugs his shoulder, "I know. I kind of realized that after a while, but I'm not so bad of a player so I thought I might as well stay on the team." he said.

"Are there any games coming up?" I asked.

"Yeah, actually. We have our first game of the season in three weeks; which means I might not be in gym class when we have 'away' games." he said turning to me. "But I'm sure you'll be okay, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm already doing better in class now and I'll also be going to tutoring sessions with Jennifer this coming week." I reassured him. "You have to let me know when you have any games at the school. I want to come to see you play."

"Yeah? Alright. I'll let you know. It'll be awesome if you can make it." He said and after a couple of minutes, we finally arrived at my place.

I got out of the car and leaned against the open window. "Thanks... Thanks for taking me out and sorry about that whole..."

"Let's forget what happened. Everything else was fun and it's been a while since I've gone out with a friend." He said. "If you rather we just chill by playing video games and eat a whole box of pizza then we can always do that next time."

I smiled, "I honestly don't even mind that." I said.

Elliot drove off soon after and I made my way inside to see my mom watching television in the living room. She looked over at me as I locked the door then walked over to sit beside her and sighed as I started taking off my shoes. We didn't say anything as we sat there for a while before I leaned over to her and rested my head on her shoulder feeling tired.

"So, how was it?" she finally asked.

"Good," I answered.

"Just good?" she asks.

"It was fun," I said as I stared at the screen before sitting up. "It was all fine, but I did have a panic attack and I freaked out when I felt like you were right after you told me today."

"Honey, I didn't mean for that to worry you," she said, frowning.

"But you were right. You were right to say that I wasn't ready, but that also means I should try and not always limit myself when I go out. I told myself that I want to get better so that means I have to also step out of my comfort zone if I want to do that." I tell her.

"But you should also limit yourself so you don't get yourself sick again," she warned.

"I know, mom," I mumbled.

She sighed as she reached for my hand and held it. "I was thinking of setting up an appointment with a therapist... I know you were kind of against it, but it doesn't hurt seeing one at least once a week or two," she said.

I sighed as I thought about it before turning to her. "Let me think about it," I said. "I know I should, but I still don't want to see one just yet."

She nods, "But consider it."

"Yes, mom," I said before getting up. "I'm going to bed."

A couple of days passed, I was able to go to the tutoring sessions with Jennifer, but I kept my distance with the other students. The help kept me up to date with work assignments and in no time I finally understood the questions in my homework. I still felt nervous about going to my classes and I haven't had the chance to get to know anyone in the classroom but at the moment I didn't find it so important. Elliot still came by and he returned to being a teacher's aid in Ms. Lang class so he stopped sitting beside me. I didn't mind it because Jennifer helped me when I needed it, but it also reminds me that I shouldn't be dependent on him because of the challenges I faced. The only problem I have is David; always trying to bump me whenever he has the chance and every time he does I always tend to freeze up, but I can't tell that to Elliot.

He wasn't doing much besides pushing me slightly when he bumps me on the shoulder, but I hate it whenever he does this. It disgusts me and it leaves a lingering burning sensation that stays with me. Having someone touch you without permission and that tingling feeling that gives you chills in the back of your neck. I woke up one morning after staying up late to do my English essay, but for some reason, I didn't want to leave. It wasn't because I was being lazy or tired, but I just didn't want to leave and I lay there quietly staring at the light coming from my window. After about ten minutes, I finally got out of bed to change and put on my shoes then made my way outside. I got in the car after Elliot came by and I sat there staring outside after we greeted each other.

"So, we finally got our schedule for the season. We're going to have our first match on Tuesday at the gym if you still want to come by," he said.

"Mhm," I said as I put the window up. "I'll go."

"Alright. Maybe we can go out to eat afterward." he continued. "Usually the guys all hang out and go to the burger joint a couple of blocks from here, but we don't have to join them."

"Alright," I said as I saw that we finally came to the parking lot and got out after he parked.

"Are you okay Michael?" he asked as he followed beside me.

I turned to him and shrugged. "I don't feel so well," I confessed.

"Are you getting sick?"

I shook my head, "No..." I answered before turning to him. "I'll be fine. I think I just didn't wake up on the right side of the bed if you know what I mean."

He nods before reaching out to grab my shoulder to stop me, "If you don't feel that well just tell me. I can always take you to the nurse's office." he said.

"It's not that severe," I said.

"You sure?"

I nod before I started walking and we were both quiet until we came to the classroom. I went to my desk without saying another word to Elliot. I decided to keep to myself in class today without having to bother Jennifer with the assignment and once class was over I left without saying anything to Elliot. Maybe it was wrong of me to keep a distance from them, but I also didn't feel like talking today. The classes went by fast only because I stared mostly at my textbook and during lunch, I kept myself hidden sitting on the bleachers at the football field. By the time it was time for the gym, I saw Elliot waiting for me by the door outside the locker room and I took a small breath before walking to him.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi. Do you want to walk around the track? It seems like it'll be a free period for the gym today so everyone is just on their own." he said.

"Where are the teachers?" I asked.

"They got called for an emergency meeting in the gym."

"Alright," I answered.

We both started walking around the track in silence and I slowly started to get annoyed with myself that I stopped walking. "Let's sit for a bit," I asked.

We moved over to an empty spot on the field and I waited until we were both comfortable.

"I didn't mean to avoid you all day or seem like I was annoyed or any of that." I started off.

"I know. It's fine."

"You say it's fine, but I don't think it is. I'm sorry." I said. "I think things have been getting to me and my mom suggested seeing a therapist. Maybe I should."

"If you want to," he said. "Maybe it can help you when you have days like today."

I sighed as I rubbed the back of my neck. "I know, but I just don't feel comfortable talking about how things make me feel and having me reflect on the past," I said.

"Wouldn't that be the purpose of it?" he asked.

"It is, but I hate being reminded of the past. I hate all that happened and I never want anything like that to happen again. It just makes me sick and I'm tired of being sick." I said.

"Which is also fine." Elliot cut me off as he reached out to grab my shoulder. "It's fine that you are remembering all that because it's about having to accept and grow from it. Accept that it happened, but to also remember that you didn't cause any of it."

"It's hard just trying to accept it because I try so hard to hide from it or push it aside like it never happened. It's so hard to just have that all sink in." I said and took a deep breath trying to control my emotions.

"I had to deal with something similar when my dad passed away. I know my mom blamed herself about his suicide and there were times when I blamed myself while also blaming her too." He tells me. "It eats away and leaves you with so many difficult emotions."

I didn't say anything as I understood what he meant and I turned to him after I gave myself a second to think of what to say. "And how did you deal with it?" I asked him.

"Just talked it out with my mom. Then my stepdad came to the picture and that was another difficult challenge too." He said. "It's okay to have your off days, but also remember that you can't separate yourself from everyone because that will also eat you away. I'm sure you know that."

I nod, "I know..."

He was quite right. He turned to me, "Feeling a little better?" he asks.

I ran my fingers over the top of my head before turning to him, "A bit." I answered.

"That's good." He said and looked around the field before turning to me. "Hey, do you need to go back home right away after school?"

I shook my head, "No."

"How about we go somewhere?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Somewhere. Anywhere. It kind of doesn't matter." he said and shrugged his shoulder. "You're in a funk so why not go somewhere to relieve whatever that's been stressing you out."

"It's not always that easy to just stop feeling like this," I said as I shook my head. "But, yeah, I don't mind going out."

"Cool. Well, after changing we'll head out," he said.

After a couple of minutes, we returned back to the locker room to change once class was over then met up again outside. For a second I was having second thoughts about going out, but at the same time, I was curious to see where he would want to go. I sighed as I waited until he came out since I changed right away after going to my locker and we headed our way towards the parking lot. I paused for a second before getting in the car and we headed out once we were ready. I sat there listening to the soft music playing in the background and I looked out the window seeing the area we were passing by.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked.

"The beach. Where we went to when we went out Saturday," he answered.

I nod and sat back, "Alright." I said.

"You don't want to go there? We can always go somewhere else if you want," he said.

"No, no, it's fine. I don't mind going to the beach." I said.

"Good because I wouldn't know any other place to go." He said with a chuckle.

"Whatever happened to pizza and video games?"

"No, that's for another day." He said.

I turned away to look out the window and I was able to see the ocean coming into view as we got closer. "It's actually a nice day to come," I comment.

"Yeah, luckily this time I have a blanket in my trunk so we can use it and we can chill out there for a while," he said as he came to a parking lot and started looking for an empty spot to park.

We got out of the car, leaving our school bags behind, and after grabbing the large blanket we started walking towards the oceanfront to find a nice spot to sit at. There were hardly people around aside from a family, a couple of people running in the sand, and people already in the water. I sat down once we laid out the blanket and I stared at the water feeling the cool breeze hitting my face; actually tasting the salt in the air from the ocean. I let myself relax while Elliot took off his jacket and moved to lay on the blanket. I felt myself relax as I watched the water rising and crashing into each other making it feel a bit mesmerized while I was also a bit lost in my thoughts.

"I'm going to visit my dad in two weeks and I haven't seen him since I decided to live with my mom," I said quietly that I wasn't too sure if Elliot heard me.

He didn't say anything before I could hear him sitting up. "How long ago was that?" he asked.

"I haven't seen him for a year," I answered. "I was in the hospital, I was still under his care and once I was released I decided to live with my mom."

"Were you seeing your mom while living with your dad?"

"No. My mom divorced my dad because she wasn't happy with their marriage and I had blamed her for leaving me with my dad so I tried to not see her for a while until she stopped asking to see me." I answered.

"But you two seem close..."

"Now we are. It took time and she had to join me in my therapy sessions which is how we got closer because she had to know everything that happened," I explained. "That led to her opening up and we just talked it all through and we came to an understanding between us. I like our relationship now and she tries to understand me."

"That's good. When I saw her on your first day you can tell how much she cared," he says. "She wanted details on what happened and was trying to advise us on what to do."

I nod and said, "She can be serious about it all when I have my episodes."

"And what about your dad?" he asked, curiously.

"He's actually not a bad person. He was a little too obsessed with his work once I started middle school and he thought I could take care of myself more. He cares and he tried to be more involved after I left the hospital, but mom wanted to have more time with me before I saw him again. I wasn't ready to see him right away either." I said.

He nods and we both look out to the water almost forgetting that we are at the beach.

"Well, it seems like both your parents are good people," he said.

I nod before turning to him. "They are... They weren't the ones that made me like this if that's what you were curious about." I said as I can see Elliot wanted to say something, but I quickly stood up. "I'm going for a walk."

I began to walk closer to the shoreline, watching the water reach my feet with each wave. I had to take a deep breath, feeling a bit anxious after our conversation. I made sure to take a long walk to shake off that feeling before making my way back. I paused a bit before walking back to our spot and sat down again. We were quiet for a bit before I sigh and lay back on the blanket. I tried to figure out what to say to break our silence, I looked at the sky before closing my eyes and ran my fingers over the top of my head, feeling the curls of my hair.

"I don't want to tell you," I said finally. "I don't want to tell anyone about it. All that happened was terrible and I remember it almost every day. My parents didn't know about it until it sent me to the hospital and to see their faces afterward..."

"You don't have to tell me..." Elliot said turning to me.

I sighed as I knew more or less how this conversation was going to go ended and I glanced over at him. "Don't you ever think about all that happened with your dad and doesn't it ever affect you?" I asked.

He squinted his brow as he thought about it before he shrugged his shoulders. "It did before, but not so much now. I was sensitive about it, of course, but I don't think it completely affects me daily," he answered. "There were moments where I did doubt things and I would think that I couldn't affect people's life with anything I say or do."

"Afraid that history would repeat itself?" I asked.

"Yeah, but then again it took me a while to also realize that it wasn't my fault as well. I have to tell myself that people do things because of their own reasons and not because of me," he said and turned to me. "Like when I'm with you, yes, I have that feeling because I don't know how you would react towards things I do or if your behavior might change because of what I say, but I also have to remind myself that it's not also my fault that you react this way. It's just something that could trigger you from your own history and not by my behavior."

I nod as I try to understand his reasons. "Yeah, I can see how that can be affecting," I mumbled.

"That's why I'm sorry if I came off as too strong when we first met," he said. "I have done that a few times to people and not realized that I shouldn't come off pushy. I have to remind myself of that boundary."

I didn't know what to say so I reached out to run my fingers over the sand. "Have you dated anyone? Did that make any difference as well?" I asked.

"Not so much." He answered. "I'll be honest and say that I've gone out with a few girls, but none that I had deep feelings for. I don't think I have met a person that can be open about like I have been with you. Maybe I felt I didn't want to mess up the relationship by talking about my tragic story. And you?"

"There was one person before..." I mumbled.

"You miss her?" he asked.

I shook my head before answering. "I don't and it's not her, but him," I tell him. "I'm gay."

Elliot didn't say anything right away and I glanced over at him. "Alright," he said, finally.

"Alright," I repeated and I looked away.

"It doesn't bother me if you were worried to tell me," he tells me.

"I wasn't."

He smiled, "Okay."

I turned to him again, "I really wasn't." I said.

He chuckled, "I know."

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. "Shut up."

"I'm sorry," he said, still laughing, then he cleared his throat. "I mean, thank you for opening up to me and trusting me to know this about you."

"Oh my god, you sound like my mom when I told her," I said as I turned away from him. "Please shut up now."

I heard Elliot laugh at my response before I felt his hand on my shoulder. "I'm only kidding. Come over here," he said.

I sighed as I sat up and I looked over at him with a more serious expression. "This is the last time I open up to you," I said.

"Oh, please, don't. I thought things were going so well. It's already our second date."

I glared at him, "Now you're making fun of me?"

He smiled, "I'm not."

I shook my head before laying down. "Whatever. It was a nice first date. For the most part." I said.

"Hey, this is my first time with a guy so give me some credit," he said before turning to me. "So you had a boyfriend?"

I paused for a bit before turning to him, "Yeah," I answered. "I was only with one person and we were together for two years at most."

"And now?" he asked.

"I'm not seeing anyone now. Not until I'm better honestly." I answered and I still looked away from him. "I don't even know if I want to be in a relationship if my health is like this."

"You shouldn't have something like this be stopping you if you have someone that you're interested in..." Elliot said.

I turn back to him before shrugging my shoulder. "I don't know. Maybe I'm just worried that they'll grow tired of me or tired of how I can get and I'm not too sure if I'm ready to be in a relationship."

"I think a lot of people can never be too ready when finding a partner. There can be complications, but from what I learned it's just a growing matter that you need to figure out together." Elliot said. "I learned that from my parents."

I nod and sighed softly, "I think I don't mind waiting for a bit longer before considering being in a real relationship with someone. I just want to focus on myself because if I'm not happy with myself then that would just make things hard for them." I said. "Don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah, I agree. Maybe that's why I was never serious either. But I'm sure, for you, you would rather be a lot more at ease with better health or better control of it." he said.

I stayed quiet as I thought about this and of the possibilities of me ever being in a relationship with someone. I looked down at the sand, running my fingers over it again, and I knew that I probably am not ready just yet. Actually, maybe, I don't want to be in one but the idea of having a partner who can be kind to me is what I wish I could have. If I can't have people touching me then why would I think I can try and be with someone; let alone think there can be any sort of possibility. I turned over to look at the ocean for a second and let myself feel the cool breeze, hearing the seagulls over my head, watching the people playing in the water.

"I was in a relationship with someone when I was living with my dad," I said as I slowly turned to Elliot.

"The first boyfriend?" he asked.

"Yeah, my first crush, first love, first of everything," I answered. "I thought he was everything until I realized he wasn't and I was stupid to believe all the things he told me."

"What happened?" he asked.

I sighed, "I don't know if I did something or he ended up being ashamed of me..." I tried to answer as I looked down.

"Seems like things didn't go well..." he comments, as he watched me.

"It didn't, which is why I'm here now, here with my mom."

"Was he the reason why you were in the hospital?" he asked.

"Kind of," I said standing up walking towards the water again.

Elliot got up to follow behind me. "Did you try to kill yourself because of him?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that," I answered as I watched the water hitting my shoe and Elliot pulled me away from getting wet.

"Hey..." he said and paused as if he didn't know what to say next.

I took a deep breath and turned to him. "His name was Chris. We were friends for a long time before we got together and it happened just a little after my birthday. I thought things were going well until the bullying started. They thought I was gross for being interested in guys, but he didn't know anything about it."

"So, he let you get bullied?" he cut in.

"It wasn't like that. He didn't let it happen." I said. "What else could be done..."

"Don't say it like that. He should have stepped in and helped. He could have told them to stop or called a teacher or something." he said. "It's not like it was your fault and it wasn't right for him to just watch all that happen."

I shook my head and crouched down. "I know all that already... But it was all different than you think too." I mumbled.

It was silent between us before he reached down to tap my arm, "Come on, it's getting cold." he tells me.

I slowly got up and we walked back to collect the blanket, thankful that we were done for today. I didn't want to continue the conversation because I didn't know how I could after what I said and I don't think he was ready to hear the rest. I wasn't ready to have a serious conversation and to see his reaction afterward. I haven't said Chris's name in a while and I didn't think I would be this comfortable to talk about him; sort of. I wasn't too sure if it was good to talk about the past because now I'm having flashbacks of events that I tried to forget and I had to watch Elliot to distract myself before letting these thoughts get the best of me. We walked back to the car and it was still silent so I thought maybe I had to say something before it was too late.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"For what?" he asked.

"I feel like you're mad about what I said," I said.

"I'm not mad," he answered.

I looked down trying to figure out what to say next.

"I'm not mad at you or anything. I'm just not sure what to think about what you said," he replied. "I can't say anything because I don't know what exactly happened or how it went for you but just remember that the people who bullied you were also at fault. Just because you have an interest in a person of the same-sex doesn't make you unusual or odd and it doesn't make it right."

I thought about this before turning to him. "There's not a lot of people who think that way. It's nice hearing you say that, but it's not that easy for everyone else." I said.

"Then fuck them."

I turned to him and smiled. "What?"

"I said fuck them. Fuck them if they don't accept it because you don't need people like that in your life. Like who cares about the people who judge because those aren't people who you want to please in your life. You're not living your life for them so just don't care about what they think. At the end of the day, you have to be happy for yourself and not for them." He tells me.

I paused for a bit and thought about it before turning away. "You make it sound so easy," I said.

"It's not like it is easy, but that's just how it has to be in life and you just don't have to care about the people that aren't important to you." He said. "It's just how things have to be if it's for yourself."

I sighed as I thought about it again and maybe he was right, but it wasn't so easy to do for me right now, single or not. We got back to his car and I helped him shake off the sand from the blanket before putting it away. We got in the car and we didn't have much to talk about during the drive which was fine because I still had no response to the things that Elliot said. Maybe he could be right since he's had his own experience to have something to say like that, but it still wasn't the same things that I went through. When we finally came to my house I had another pause when I got out of the car, just for a second before closing the door.

"Thanks," I said as I turned to him through the open window.

"I hope it made you feel better than the opposite..." he said.

I knew he meant about our conversation, but I honestly wasn't too sure about how I felt now. "I'll be fine. It helped." I reassured him.

I headed towards the door to unlock it and saw my mom wasn't home yet. I put my bag down as I laid down on my bed while sighing heavily as I thought about today. I reached out to grab my phone that I left behind on my nightstand and looked through the unread messages my mom sent me before I slowly went to my contacts. I scrolled until I saw Chris's name and I paused for a second thinking about the last time I saw him, but I set my phone down as I closed my eyes pulling the covers closer to me. I swore I would never get myself involved with him again and keep myself hidden away so he wouldn't find me. I even doubt that that number would even work after everything that happened between us.

I ended up falling asleep easing myself to only recall my time at the beach instead and by the time I woke up it was past eleven and there was a plate on the table. My mom left me a note on how she didn't want to wake me up and I grabbed the plate to warm up the food. I took it to my room and quietly ate as I put on some music then I pulled out my textbook to work on my homework. I didn't think I would be doing my homework in the middle of the night or that I had been tired enough from earlier that I knocked out right away after getting home. I finished eating and set the plate on the side and worked on my homework for almost a whole hour. It wasn't a lot of work, but there was a lot of reading to do. This will be the last time I fall asleep before doing my homework

Once I was done I put my books away and took the plate to the sink then laid down on my bed again. I reached for my phone and quietly stared at it before setting it down and pulled my covers over myself trying to get comfortable again. I don't know why I kept checking my phone as if I was expecting someone to message me. By the time morning came, I was already waking before my alarm so I got up to shower taking this chance to get myself ready and it must be because I slept early last night. I can hear my mom in the kitchen so I stepped out of my room to see her.

"Morning mom," I said hugging her.

"Morning. You're finally awake," she said, giving me a hug back. "I called you so many times and you didn't answer so I checked in on you to see that you were asleep."

"Yeah, sorry, I was really tired so I knocked out. I didn't even hear you come home." I said as I went to my room to grab my bag and put it on the couch.

"You're leaving early?"

"Yeah, I want to walk it today," I said.

"Elliot can't pick you up?" she asked. "Want me to take you?"

"No. I just really want to walk today." I said as I reached for my phone and sent a text to Elliot before turning to her. "Mom..."

"Yeah?" She said as she began to go through her purse.

"I don't want to go stay with dad... I've been thinking about it and I'm just scared..." I said.

"Why?" She asked, turning to me. "I thought everything was okay about staying with him."

"I thought so too, but thinking about going back there after everything... Like, I know we all agreed to this instead of going to court, but why can't he just come by?" I said. "That shouldn't be an issue right?"

"I know, but with me going to work and he doesn't want to lose time with the drive so he thought this would be better." she said, reaching out to me and grabbed my hand. "Give it a try and if it doesn't work out then we can try some else. Anything that would be better for you."

I turned to reach for my backpack. "Okay," I said as I moved to the door. "I'm going already."

"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" she asked again.

"Yeah, I can walk."

I closed the door behind me and walked down the driveway as I'm checking my phone to follow the directions since this is my first time walking to school. It really wasn't a long walk to get there, maybe twenty minutes, but with Elliot driving it cut it down to a five-minute drive. There was a small park that I used as a shortcut and as I was walking I felt my phone vibrating to see that it was Elliot calling. I paused for a bit, ignoring the call, sighing heavily, then I walked over to the swing sets and when I sat down I felt my phone ring again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"At the park, why?"

"Are you sure you don't want a ride? I can get you right now if you want," he said.

"No, I want some fresh air."

"Are... Are you okay? After everything we talked about yesterday."

I was silent for a second before I got up. "I'm fine," I said as I started walking again.

"Michael..."

"It's really okay. I told you that I don't want you walking on eggshells around me. Just because I say something to you doesn't mean I can be affected by it so easily or will put me in a mood." I tell him. "Besides, I was already bothered by other things and not about that."

"I know, but remembering things like that can still leave an effect."

I paused for a second and sighed, "I know. I'll see you at school, Elliot. I just wanted a bit of air. It has nothing to do with you or the things we talked about."

"Alright. Just be safe," he tells me.

I hung up right after and put my phone away as I continued walking remembering the directions I had to take. I didn't want to talk about yesterday or anything that was brought up. I knew that the topics we shared can't easily be ignored and it was also my fault for bringing them up, but maybe it wasn't right for me to be sharing these things to him. Maybe he didn't understand like I thought he would, but then I'm just deciding on this and I could be overthinking. I sighed as I tried to push back all these thoughts and just continued my way to school only hoping for my mood to lighten up to enjoy my day.