“I loved her too, Eli—I fucking do. And you fucking used that song I wrote to confess for the very girl that I wrote it for!” Leon spoke up, raising his voice at him.

Eli was wide-eyed, astounded. His nails dug into the table in front of him.

“Leon, you—do... know that she’s my girlfriend, right?” Eli asked, his voice shaking at every syllable he’s spoken. “You—and you’re telling me that... that you confessed to my girlfriend, is—is that what you meant?” he continued, beginning to raise his voice at him as well.

“Did you—did you sing that song for her as well, even when you know that she’s already my girlfriend? Did you just... did you just straight up tell her that you wrote that song for her and asked her to be with you instead? Did you—”

“I just confessed!” Leon yelled out, cutting Eli’s words before he proceeded to ask him any further questions.

Eli stood still. His hand pressed onto his head, fingers pulling at his own hair. “What... what the hell did you expect would happen after this? Did you—did you expect us to eat lunch as usual after telling me the truth? Did you expect things to go back to normal right after telling me this?”

Leon didn’t answer his question. He was rendered speechless, silent, not knowing what he could reply, not knowing what he should say back to him. “Answer me,” Eli said, albeit less aggressive than how he spoke before, but more threatening than he ever has been.

Leon flinched. He hesitated for a second, but then he replied to Eli’s words with just one single whisper—softly, weakly. “I don’t know,” he said, an answer to all of that.

Eli wasn’t satisfied with his reply. He threw his body back in his seat, tired of his ‘friend’s’ bullshit. He lets out a sigh. “Leon, honestly... what do you want? Do you just—what the fuck do you want?” he asked, exasperated.

“I don’t fucking know! I just—I just have to tell you. Reynatra fucking forced me to tell you, and I just—I just need you to know what I did!” he explained, his words hasty.

“And now I know the truth. What now?”

Eli raised his brows. His eyes were filled with disappointment. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at Leon, waiting for him to answer his question, but the boy in front of him froze.

Leon was looking at the ground once more, and his answer didn’t change from before. It was still the same word he has repeated quite a couple of times in this current conversation. In the form of a whisper, faintly under his breath. “I don’t know,” he said, and that was all.

Eli squeezed onto the table, holding his anger deep inside. “You’re a fucking terrible friend, Leon,” he said, unleashing all of his seeping anger using words alone. “You’re a backstabber, Leon. A rotten piece of shit, and you’re a fucking selfish prick!”

Leon didn’t refute any of his words. He just responded with the same two words without lifting his head, weakly, but loud enough for Eli to hear him. “I know,” he said, slightly holding a sob.

And Eli continued to keep insulting him, right in front of his face, with words that were supposedly describing him—selfish, egoistic, and everything else Leon’s been ever since he decided to confess to his girlfriend. And after every swear word seemed to already leave his lips, the two of them proceed to sit in silence... until Eli decided to ask him a question.

“How did—how did Reynatra react to your confession?” he asked. “Are you two still friends?”

Leon raised his glare slightly to look at him, and then he answered. “No,” he answered, “she said she’ll stay as my friend if you chose to remain as such as well. But... well, I don’t—I don’t expect you’d choose so now, would you?”

Eli scoffed. “You’re damn right I wouldn’t,” he answered, lifting his bag up, preparing to leave Leon on the same seat Reynatra had left him the last time. “Congratulations, you’ve lost both of us, Leon. That’s a record, I guess,” he chuckled, putting his bag on his back and getting out of his seat, already walking away.

Eli stopped. “Don’t talk to me or her again, you get me? You’re a piece of shit, Leon. You don’t deserve to be our friend,” Eli spoke, his last words before leaving him alone in the corner of the cafe.

And as Leon watched his former friend leave, he doesn’t blame Eli one bit for guilting him to the point that he’s at right now. He knows what he did, and Leon admits it, he does deserve it.