I don’t respond to his message. I ignore it. That is the wisest thing to do right now. He made a mistake and needs to realise that I am not somebody to be messed with. This relationship, or whatever you can call it, isn’t going to work. No matter how hard we try. Our friendship will always result in somebody getting hurt. I am not willing to be the one who keeps getting hurt. I have been hurt before. Many times. Not again.
So, I take myself home. Kate is sitting in the kitchen, awaiting my arrival. When she sees me, she jumps up and wraps herself around me in a comforting hug. “I just hope you’re okay,” she tells me. I smile. This girl is simply amazing. She’s just like a sister to me. Loving, caring and just a little bit annoying. “No big deal,” I answer as she releases her grip from my
