“Noah, wait!” I scream as he storms from my living room. The front door slams. I drop to my knees.

My best friend… Noah Wells. Had just caught me “self-caring” to a picture… he didn't know it was of him.

I chased him to the living room, but he left before I could stop him.

I grab my phone and call, no answer

I call again, no answer

I call twice more, no answer

Then again…

“What the hell do you want Andrew?!”

“Please come back…”

“Why should I?”

“I-I love you…”

“I don't feel the same”

*Click*