End of My Story(3)

7

I asked Zack out to have a talk with him.

At first, he refused as he always did in the past two months. I ignored his excuse and calmly said, "I knew."

Zack asked, "What?"

I said, "Your Twitter smurf account."

I could feel that Zack stopped breathing for a second on the other side of the phone. Then he laughed gently, "Okay, let's talk."

After making the call, when I thought about us carefully, I realized that the last time we met was two days ago though we went to the same college.

I went downstairs and found it was dusk. The setting sun cast a golden rosy glow over the sky and clouds.

Zack was standing at the dormitory gate. He slightly tilted his head to the side with a smile. His smile was no longer as distant as before, but somewhat arrogant.

I finally realized that the calm and composed person I used to know was just a mask.

Deep down, he was this mean and cynical boy.

"Now that you have known the truth, there's nothing to explain," said Zack frankly and listlessly.