Struggle Of Love - Chapter 15 Guil

“Nothing unusual, James,” I answered after composing myself off guilt. He knew the rift that has developed between us. He would still stand against Jessy if it comes to May and me; he would try convincing her than me.

“I’m sorry,” he said to make my guilt return.

“Nah, she should be, not you,” I say as I brushed it off lightly.

“Guys! Tell me everything.”

I need to chop his head. “Fine. So you see, apparently, May is turning into an enemy and Jessy is on her side. Got that?”

“I see. Why so?” he asked, enlightenment seemingly dawning upon him.

“Yes, so the last time we met, Jessy had to tell me not to disturb her dear ‘friend’, like who are we? Are we not all friends? May had been complaining on me. That I am not letting her just be and that I am making things difficult for her.” My words sounded funny to my own ears, just not enough to make me laugh out.

“Are you not? I thought you would. You love that girl and you’re trying hard, anyway.” Ton sure has been away for long enough to refer to May as ‘that girl’.

“That doesn’t mean I force her or something. Don’t you see what impression that actually gives?” I turned to James, “I don’t think badly of Jessy for this at all. May can exaggerate and not take guilty of it at all. It’s not Jessy’s fault.”

“But why would she do that?” Ton asked.

“Who, May?” The question came from James.

“Why wouldn’t she?” was my reply as I fell in a daze once again trying to figure out where things have taken this turn.

“What?” said Ton, “You can’t just give up!” said James at the same time bringing me out of my trance.

I sighed out not knowing myself anymore.

“She hates me. I don’t know why or exactly since when so I can guess what action of mine led to this. But now it feels like she has always hated me.”

“No, Sai, she does not. Hate is a strong word.” James should know better, I thought.

“You did slap her that time,” Ton reasoned out. No, I am sure that has nothing to do with this. “I might have, but we have been even better friends after that. Sure, things were slightly strained for a while. But the next two years and especially the last year of high-school was incredible. We were so close, even if I didn’t go to the same class. It’s not that at all, brother.”

“Did you tell her that you love her?” Ton asked another lame question. He was supposed to be bon one day after I was, not before.

“You would know if I did. And, how am I supposed to when she keeps trying to cut the conversations short? When she acts like she’s so troubled to even be next to me let alone let me speak what I want to? I want to confess but I can’t.”

“You’re messed up, bro.”

I am. Ton is right. I didn’t say anything.

“I have tried so much to know what changed between you two. But she was careful not to speak anything she didn’t want to along the flow I created. I even went as far as telling her about your feelings. That you really do love her.”