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That moment broke me completely.

The moment he said “Oh, that one kind of hurt”, the moment he started to cry, the moment I completely broke him, the moment where I thought about all I had said.

The fight we had just shared in the kitchen, the heated debate that went on forever, seeming as though it would never end. But of course, I just had to say those words. Those words that I didn’t think would break my stoic best friend who never cried. The words I didn’t think would hurt him so much.

The words, “Why don’t you just go back to foster care, huh? Cause you’re useless anyways, that’s why your parents left you!”

I didn’t mean them. I didn’t mean for them to seem so rude. It was in the heat of the moment, I swear. But the moment he processed those words, everything within him seemed to shatter.

“Oh, that one kind of hurt…” He muttered, smiling brokenly as he ran off to his room.

I stood there, frozen. The best friend who I had never seen cried, the best friend who was always stoic just ran away, the best friend that never showed emotion just… broke. He had always been known to be stoic, emotionless, but now, he broke. All because of me, all because I said words that had broke him, words that were wrong, words that I didn’t know why I had said them. I cursed myself, I wished that I could vanish, that I could take the pain away from him, but I couldn’t. I was the reason he was crying. I was the reason that our friendship had probably just went down the drain.

I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to run to him, to force him to forgive me. I just wanted to run away, to hide and never come out, to make everything better. But I didn’t want to go to him and make everything worse, so I leaned my forehead on the wall, banging my head softly.

Gosh, why am I like this…!?