"Denying what you feel will not make it go away, it ensures that it never goes away."

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🌟 Aphmau: 24

Garroth: 20

Route: "A"

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Perhaps, I should head over to Aphmau's place. She is my best friend, after all. Seems logical to me.

I began my walk to her home, shoving my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. The sun was blazing irritating what little was exposed of my skin. I suppose that is the side effect, of not leaving your home for so long. Irene, the suffering is horrible.

After what seemed like an eternity later, I arrived at a decently-sized red house. I fixed my attire and hair, attempting to make myself look a bit more presentable. I didn't exactly have a mirror, so I could check myself over. Then again, why would I want one? I'm not exactly too fond of mirrors, ever since the enounter. I may have removed all of those damned things, as soon as I was allowed access back into my home.

I walked up the staircase, letting out sharp breaths. My hand shook, when I attempted to place just a singular knock upon the door. Not only haven't I been outside in what feels like forever, I haven't had much social interactions. I keep off of social media, keeping away from the mostly fake messages of remorse. And, nobody has really called me, either. But, why would they?

Hell, the last time I made contact with a real person, was at Travis' funeral. Shit, it's been too damn long. I wonder how much they've changed in this span of three months. Perhaps I should've called them ahead of time, let Aphmau know that I'm coming over. That would've been the smart thing to do, wouldn't it? Well, too late now. I'm already outside of her front door.

Before I could land a knock on the door, it swung open. A man, stood on the other side, towering above me. He stared down at me, a shocked expression plastering his face. Three months later, and this is the first individual I have to socialize with...

-Aaron Lycan-
Status: Alive
Age: 29
Hair Colour: Pitch Black
Eye Colour: Dark Gray
Relationship: Best Friend's Boyfriend/Enemy
Thoughts: "He may be my "enemy", but I have to tolerate him. He makes my best friend smile, and that's what matters..."

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"Oh my Irene, Zane..," Aaron stared down at me, with wide, gray coloured eyes. I shifted my gaze towards the ground, biting my lip underneath my mask. "It's been quite a while..."

"It...has...hasn't it, Aaron?" I had to clear my throat a few times. I haven't talked all too much. I almost forgot what my voice sounded like. Pitiful... "You've, uh, grown..."

"Heh..," Aaron scratched the back of his head. He was obviously feeling as awkward as I was in this moment. "Well, I was just headed off to work, so..."

"Aaron!" A feminine voice chimed from inside the home. I recognized her voice instantly. "Is someone there~?"

"Uh..," Aaron awkwardly nodded, biting down a little upon his face. "Yeah, babe...someone's here."

"If it's Lucinda, tell her I'll give her the dress back tomorrow morning!"

"It's...not Lucinda."

"Then who?"

"Well, just come here and see for yourself..."

A small figure pushed past Aaron. Her black hair swung in front of her shocked brown eyes. Tears welled in them, as she let out a small gasp. I gave her a smile, which she could not see, so it really made no difference. She pushed the hair out of her eyes, wiping away the tears that spilled onto her pink cheeks.

"Zane..," was all that she muttered, before I was pulled into a hug.

"H-Hey, Aph..," I hesitantly hugged her back, longing for a feeling like this for a long time. "I missed you..."

"I missed you too, so much, Zane. I haven't seen you in so long," Aphmau pulled away from me, caressing my cheek, with a small smile on her face. I love seeing her smile. "You look so much better..."

"Well...that's good, I suppose... Because, I sure don't feel it," I glanced over at Aaron, who shifted his way past Aphmau and I.

Aaron gave me a sympathetic look, before clearing his throat a little. "I'm heading off to work, now. See ya, Babe."

"Bye, Aaron," Aphmau blew Aaron a kiss, before watching his leave.

She turned back to me, gently pulling me into her beautiful home. I followed her upstairs, and sat with her on her bed. I brought my knees to my chest, watching all of Aphmau's movements. She pulled me into a side hug, resting her head upon my shoulder.

"So...did Garroth manage to kick you out of your home?" She looked up at me.

"What..? Why would he..?" I questioned, not understanding her.

"Oh? Garroth texted me about an hour ago, saying that he was going to come up and visit you."

I see...

"Well, I haven't seen him...I came out on my own terms..."

"So he hasn't seen you, yet? A bit odd..," Aphmau tapped a finger against her chin, pursing her lips. "Well, anyways...Zane...how have you been? It's been...far too long."

"Aside from having to live with the guilt that your fiancé killed himself, because of you, everything's been just peachy," I balled my fists, in an attempt to keep myself from crying any harder. I didn't need to be a burden to Aphmau, like I was to Travis.

"Oh Irene, Zane," Aphmau shook her head, holding both sides of my head. "It wasn't your fault. And deep down, you know this."

"But...then, why would he-" I had to take a pause, to take a few deep breathes. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding. I was getting to damn worked up. "...why else would he leave me alone, if it wasn't my fault..? I'm a failure..."

"Zane. Stop," Aphmau pulled me into another hug, resting her head on my chest. I heard her soft, quiet sobs, making my heart hurt. "You have to remember; there's always another side to a story... The way you view something, could be completely different from the truth..."

"Aph..."

"It's going to be okay..," she took my hand in hers, and her grip was extremely shaky. "I promise..."

I want to deny what she is saying...but I can't bring myself to. She is right, after all.

We spent another hour sitting there, and just talking. Honestly, this calmed my mind. Perhaps, this was the right choice, going to Aphmau's... She almost always calms my mind... It's just in her personality, to be able to do that...

After one last hug goodbye, I stepped outside her home. Now, I have two options here. I can either head to the grocery store, so I can restock my food supply; or I can head home. I don't really need much to eat, since I ordered extra last night, and have leftovers. Not that I ever have much of an appetite. And, I don't really got much cash on me, anyways. But, I could use it as an excuse to keep outside a bit longer.

I honestly don't mind either way...

So...where should I go?

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VOTE:

A.) Home

B.) Grocery Store

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Voting: Closed

~Every Action Has It's Consequences. Choose Wisely~

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