Hidden Words

"Was it too deep that he refused to answer any of my texts or calls? Is this when our friendship goes to die all because of my silly mistake?" Travis, whose heart was beating slow in tempo and broken to uncountable pieces, silently cried as he rested his head on the table.

His bloodshot eyes were looking out of the window where he sadly watched the tar-coloured, huge clouds release streams of tears that delicately touched the ground and trees whose leaves were dancing to the rhythms of the wind — as usual. Beat by beat, his heart was increasing speed — he suddenly felt like he was dying.

His body was shivering like he had been struck by a bullet until he failed to control the movements that his body tried to coordinate. He was suffocating — non-stop, the boy never found a break from blaming himself for the downfall of his friendship with David. Of course, he had been trying again to call him last night, countless times that made him believe that David must not want anything from him