Arriving home, Amir was mess. He was unwilling to engage in any conversation with anyone. The news of dylan's death had been hard on him. He was a walking shell of someone he once was. He stood by the door unwilling to move on further into the mansion. "Whats wrong Amir?" I aske d him as I held his hand. I did not love him but at that moment I had to be there for him.
"Nothing, I just need to go out and get some air!" He said looking down in an attempt to break free from my soft grip.
"All by your self?" I asked him.
" I need some air Nancy, and you mea n nothing to me don't try to get any closer to me than you really are. You're just a friend. We aren't even that close e nought to be friends!" He raged in an uneven tone. His eyes were wide open.
He walked out
and I continued in
