I'll see you again

Two days later. 

"You're what?" Kyle asked, his eyes narrowing and his eyebrows lifting, trying to let the information inside his brain. 

Allen sighed. "I'm leaving next week." He repeated. 

"Where? Why? For how long?" His blond hair, now military style, shone under the sunlight. 

"For a while, my therapist suggested it, and to my sister's." Allen replied, his lips now making a tight line. He worked hard not to feel so annoyed, but some things were trully part of his personality. He hated so many questions.

Kyle looked around, his hands on his hips, his expression clearly showing how betrayed he felt. 

"And you've known for how long?" 

"A couple of weeks." His light blue eyes followed Kyle as he walked for one side to the other. "And before you say shit, I didn't know how to break it to you. You're a weeping ass..." 

Kyle opened his mouth and gasped, offended. "Weeping— Sorry if my friendship bothers you that much."