Sunlight streamed from above me, the air smelling of damp mud and silence.
I leaned against the tree near my home, looking at the only other person in the empty street.
My friend Myra stood in front of me, her usually gentle gaze fixed intensely on mine. "Hey," I murmured, "What brought you here?"
The wind swept through Myra's long, amber-toned hair, and she attempted to tuck it behind her ear as she bit her lip, "I want to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone. And you have to promise you won't get angry."
"Okay, I promise."
This wasn't a good time for her to be telling me something that could make me angry, but I still waited for her to continue.
The day before, she had shown me a wound on her hand and claimed that my other friend, Alice, had given it to her.
But the wound was obviously fake and I knew Alice would never do anything like that.
That's why I was already a bit upset with her, but I was still willing to hear her out.
She lowered her gaze, "Okay... The wound I showed you yesterday was fake. I only wanted to see who you would side with."
When I opened my mouth to speak, she added, "You promised you wouldn't be angry."
I sighed as I nodded, remembering my words.
"Alright, Myra. I won't be angry or tell anyone."
"Thanks," she muttered.
As she turned away, I hurried to the next street where Aria was waiting for me.
"You said you'd meet me here today. What took you so long?"
"I was talking to Myra," I told her.
"About what?"
"I can't tell you that,"
We talked about simple things for a while as the sun quietly sank below the horizon.
"I should probably go," I told her, turning back.
That night, sleep felt like a lost cause.
I kept thinking about the conversation I had with Myra. I knew I hadn't told anyone about it or been angry, but my mind was still restless.
Deep down, I knew Myra was a good friend. I wished I had told her that I knew that the wound wasn't real, and that I definitely would've sided with her if the situation had been real.
I sighed, sitting up in my bed.
What if Myra thought I wasn't a good friend for her?
What if she thought I wouldn't defend her if she ever got in real trouble?
Since that day, nothing wrong happened.
Myra still talked to me. She still joked around with me. But her smiles didn't linger as long, and our conversations ended a little sooner than before.
Sometimes, it's not the words that we said that linger the longest, but the ones we leave unsaid.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZmZAOyi64
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