Atarah Klyte
"No, Charl. What for?" I shouted at him angrily.
He seemed to be going crazy. Why is he hugging? Is he stupid? Why isn't he hugging Ate instead?
"Ath...please," he whimpered, his eyes pleading. He was about to hold my hand, but I pushed it away.
"Charl, just be honest with me?! Let's clear things up. Why are you crying? Who are those tears for?" I asked forcefully, pointing at him.
"For you, Ath...for you," he said miserably, as if he was broken because of me.
"You're really unbelievable, aren't you? What are you crying about? Bullshit, Charl! This isn't the first time you've messed with my head again." I stood up from my seat and kicked the spot where I was sitting earlier.
"I'm sorry..." he bit his lip, his eyes watery as he looked at me.
"What are you hiding? Tell m
