you transferred to Oxford for your college year. Your plan was school, college and then Goldman, you were never meant to meet Charlie. Charlie had cancer and he tried to hide it from you but one day you walked into his room while he was getting treated because you told you he was at the library but turns out he wasn’t and you thought he was cheating on you. You didn’t know why you were mad tho, because both of you agreed to keep it casual, just having fun. no relationship for you guys. after all you had feelings for him and it hurt when he just said all of this was for fun but you didn’t tell him because you did leave back to your hometown in 4 weeks.

after walking in on Charlie getting his treatment done he stares at you with rage in his eyes.

“Get out.” he says, angry and blunt. nothing else.

“why didn’t yo-” he cuts me off.

“GET OUT.” he yells and quietness fills the room.

I tear up and run out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house.

its been one weeks since we’ve last talked

as I’m sitting in the library reading a book, I feel a shadow stand behind me.

“do you have a moment.” his voice cuts through the air