elize / bold - andrya / italic

elize's pov

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i learned that andrya is carefree but there's a lot that's weighing her spirits down...but who am i to talk? i have a lot holding me back. "see you later!" i bid her goodbye, i had to go home...much to my dismay. "see ya!"

i unpacked the things i brought and gathered the chips left in my bag, brought them up with me to my room. i've set to sleep in, i know there will be silenced screaming again later. as much as they try to hide the fact that this family is falling apart, i still found out. but what can i do? besides enjoy these chips and wait for the next day...to breathe a little better...i can't take it tho, i called andrya and she picked up in an instant. "hey...they're fighting again?"

and then i cried.

"you know what i hate the most? they act different the next morning, trying to fool me and keep this-this family intact. they think they have to spare me. but they're unhappy and it makes me unhappy too. and they couldn't be real with me, talk to me like an adult...like someone who just wants them to be...okay." i took a gulped as i got busy wiping my tears, i'm really angry. i hadn't realize i said that out loud but andrya's reply brought me back to my senses, "and you're hurt."

and that's just one of the things i admire from her. she thinks if you can face it, accept it, you can get pass through it. so what if you're hurt, something like that of an attitude...but i know all too well, she's been trying to keep herself whole and she's been trying to be strong, so long she's getting worse...numb..breathing but not fully alive. and it makes me sad again, why do these things happen to good people? well, ok, andrya and i are far from being perfect but we're decent humans.

our phone call ended with a mutual understanding, maybe someday things will be good and we'll be alright.