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It's 3 am
It’s 3 am. Where am I? What have I done? Was I sleeping? Should I tell someone? What will people think about what happened? Will the police care? What happened to him? What happened to it? I should tell someone. Maybe I do. This story started to happen a couple months ago. My best friend started to act a bit weird around me. Why? It still bugs me the fact that I have no idea why. He just stopped looking for me. It used to be a mutual best friend relation, but for some reason no one seems to know, he just stopped wanting the friendship. Maybe it isn’t he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. Maybe he thinks like I do. Maybe he thinks that I have been strange with him lately. Or at least that’s what some people believe. Me? I don’t believe that. I just think that the friendship is over. But I really hope it isn’t.
A couple months passed by without either of us trying to talk about what happened. A friendship like ours shouldn’t have ended like it did. Or that’s just what I think. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe I did something that made him mad. The reality is I still don’t know what happened and it really annoys me to not know all the facts, but... what should I do?
It’s 10 pm. I’m in a friend’s party. It’s the same day where everything happened. I’m having a conversation with my ex best friend’s crush. She’s really nice to me. She has always been. Some people say she has always liked me. We talk about everything. We talk about my ex girlfriend, about her ex boyfriend, about my one year old nephew, and we talk about him, my ex best friend. She tells me he is a good guy. She tells me I should talk to him. Maybe I should. But I don’t want to. She calls him. Why did she do that? He comes to us. Maybe he is excited to talk with her. I don’t care. I shouldn’t. I tell him she wants to talk to him and try to leave, but she grabs my arm. She tells him it’s me who wants to speak to him and leaves. This is awkward.
It’s 1 am. I’m still at the party. I’m sitting alone in my friend’s couch. My ex best friend’s crush comes to me. She asks what happened. I tell her she shouldn’t have done that. I tell her it was one of the most awkward conversations I ever had. I tell her things may be worse now than they were before. She realizes I’m angry. Or maybe I’m sad. She hugs me. I really needed that hug. I really thought my ex best friend and I would become best friends again, but things look ugly. I’m feeling vulnerable. She gives me a kiss in the cheek. I’m drunk. She gives me another. We kiss. What am I doing? We’re still kissing. Am I a bad friend? No. Of course I’m not. Or maybe I am. I tell her to stop. I can’t do that to him. I leave.
It’s 3 am. Where am I? What have I done? Was I sleeping? I left the party at about 1:30 am. I was drunk but I still decided to drive. I was angry. It was a lousy night. I drove fast. Maybe too fast. I think I hit someone. Or maybe something? I don’t really know. I think I fell asleep while driving. Why did I decided to drive? What should I do? Should I go back and see if I hit someone? Did I hit something? I should call him. Yes. My ex best friend. He will know what to do. I know he’s still awake. He always was. I give him a call. No answer. I try again. Still no answer. I really thought he would pick up the phone. I need his help. What should I do? I have no one else to call. No one that will be helpful anyway. Why didn’t he answer my call? Maybe he saw me kissing his crush. Maybe he didn’t saw me pushing her away. Maybe it’s just we aren’t friends anymore. Maybe we never were. I think I’m right about this, but I really hope I’m not.
