The sun was barely in the sky, only the clouds covering it. It was 6:30 in the morning after, half an hour before class begins, thirteen hours since Leon confessed his feelings for the girl.

Things ended up quite abruptly yesterday for both of them. Still sobbing and with tears streaming down her face, Reynatra left before her order was even served. Taking slow, hesitant steps, she left Leon alone in the corner of the cafe. The previous song still lingered in both of their minds, feeling very lost deep inside.

And now, the next day, they found themselves looking for each other. Hurriedly, they rushed to meet each other in their usual seat in the cafeteria, not to reconcile. They sat across each other, eyes directing towards the ground, the same thought crossing both of their minds. A single, simple, short question.

“So,” between the two of them, Leon spoke first. It was forced and it was awkward, but regardless, he spoke first. He licked his lips, tightened his fist, and clenched his face. He was bracing himself—before asking the very question that remained on both of their minds, yet hanging on the edge of his tongue.

“Between the two of us... who’s going to tell him?” he asked, short, heavy, and right.

Reynatra didn’t answer his question immediately. She twisted her own lips, fingers tapping on the table as the other pressed on the side of her neck. Her tapping was hasty, anxious, and quite possibly even be angry. And then, she lifted her glare at him.

She snickered. “Hah! Are you—are you expecting me to do it?” she asked, disbelief crossed all over her expression. It was meant to be rhetorical, but to that, Leon shrugged.

“Well,” he hummed, his voice slowly fading, “you’re his girlfriend, after all,” he replied, having enough bravery to raise his eyes and narrow her gaze at hers before he looked down once again.

At first, Reynatra simply chuckled at his response. However, slowly, her laugh escalated, and then it lasted. Her laughter lasted to the point that it was almost hysterical. Her voice was turning more and more distorted by the second. And in the end, her eyes eventually turned wide and she cringed.

“You know what, fine. But let me just get this clear before you blame me for it,” she said, her voice trying to be threatening. “I will make fun of you,” she continued, in a halted breath, almost a gasp. “I will—I will insult you behind your back. I’ll exaggerate... I’ll exaggerate what happened to point that he will hate you. And I—I won’t defend you if you ended up getting at his bad side,” she continued, her voice frantic.

Her breathing started to hasten. From the corner of his eyes, Leon could see that her lips were also trembling. Hah—she was very nervous. Just like him, she was very much unwilling to tell their mutual friend about what happened just the other day.

Though, if there was one thing that Leon was aware of, was that Reynatra was bluffing. Her words—all of them—were just an empty threat. He knows her, far too much than he preferred to at the moment, but enough to understand that Reynatra wouldn’t do any of the things that she threatened she would do. That’s just not her.

From his one-year friendship with Reynatra, he understood that she wasn’t someone who hold grudges. Man, she doesn’t even talk bad about someone else behind their back.

Right now, using as much as empty threats she can slip through her mouth, she’s just trying to avoid having to be the one who tells Eli the truth.

For her, telling Eli the truth would also mean confronting him about the song, particularly about the truth behind the song. And... Reynatra couldn’t afford to do that. She was head over heels about Eli, she wouldn’t want to create any sort of strain in their relationship.

But, if Leon’s the one who tells him, then...

Reynatra’s fingers suddenly stopped tapping on the table. She clicked her tongue. “Ugh, I don’t... with what happened yesterday...” she mumbled out, anxiety growing by the second. And suddenly, her fist slammed harshly on the table, startling Leon who has been looking down at it the entire time.

“Ah, fuck it! Just, fuck it!” Reynatra cursed out, yelling out her words. “Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!” she proceeded, “with what—with what happened yesterday, did you—do you think we could still be friends with each other like before?” she asked, beginning to stand up, her face wincing.

“Ugh, fuck! Why the hell am I even defending you anyway?” she grunts, her palm pressing on her forehead. “We’re not—we’re not friends, damn it!”

The words she spoke out certainly have made an ache in his heart. Hah, and worse of all, she’s not just carried by the heat of the moment. Unfortunately, Reynatra meant every word that she said, and that fact broke his already torn heart once again.

Fuck.