ABEL TESFAYE
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A few hours later, Abel popped out of bed breathing heavily. He looked around his now dark room, realizing that it was now night. He took his phone, frowning at the picture in confusion.
A lone tear fell down his cheek as he glared at the picture angrily. Memories that he so desperately wanted to forget, waved through his mind like a bad plague. He just wanted to put the past behind him finally.
The picture was taken three days before his whole world came crashing down. He managed to lose the love of his life all because of a stupid deal he decided to take. If he could truly go back to the moment it happened, he would've done everything he could to keep her safe like he should've.
More tears fell down his face and soon the picture became blurry. He laid his head against the headboard crying softly for the next few minutes.
"I'm so sorry Lorie," he sobbed. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. You know I would never let that happen to you. I should've protected you more." He softly shook his head. "I love you so much."
He covered his eyes in shame. He didn't blame his family for hating him—he didn't blame his mom for shunning him. He didn't blame his close friends for turning on him. If he could truly go back to make everything right, he would.
His phone started to blare rather loudly, cutting the dreadful thoughts from his mind momentarily. He quickly wiped his eyes and sniffled before looking at the caller i.d. Abel knew if he didn't answer, it would raise doubts and concerns so even though he didn't want to, he answered anyway.
"H—Hello," he sniffled once more.
"Abel." Aura instantly picked up on his mood. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he mumbled. "just tired."
She pouted on the other side. "Well we haven't heard from you today... just wanted to make sure you're okay."