Nostalgia

When he woke up his head was spinning around, getting dizzy when he sat up. He had to sit for a couple of minutes before everything around him stopped moving. The pain between his eyebrows was unbearable, drawing some tears from the pain that the area gave him. It felt like a hammer hitting every five seconds inside his skull.

He felt sick.

He took his phone that rested on the right nightstand, turning on the screen to see the time. 06:24. Among his notifications he had eleven messages from Hirsch, along with three calls from his friend; six messages from an unknown number; five notifications from the social network and one email. Without thinking twice, Sebastian opened the messages of his best friend.

Hirsch: Sebastian... – 17:24

Hirsch: What do I have to do to make you forgive me? – 17:24

Hirsch: Should I invite you to lunch? – 17:24

Hirsch: We both know that you love to eat. – 17:25

Hirsch: Please, I know that you are reading this from the notifications bar and you don't open the conversation because you don't want to talk and pretend you're not using your mobile. – 17:37

Hirsch: If I didn't know you... – 17:37

Hirsch: Well, I'm too serious about asking you to lunch. – 17:39

Hirsch: TOO SERIOUS. – 17:39

Hirsch: If you are interested and ready to forgive me, I'll wait for you at the bus stop near your house at 20:00. – 17:40

Hirsch: I'll wait for you, okay? – 17:40

Hirsch: Sebas? – 20:25

He couldn't help but feel like the worst friend in the world after reading the Hirsch messages. Now he knew that he had really ruined everything. And not because Sebastian really ignored him, since the day before he really felt asleep just as fast as his bath ended. Of course, the "nap" lasted until the next day. Adding to the fact until at that moment he opened the conversation and did not know how to respond to it. What could he say? "Sorry, Hirsch, I didn't answer you because I was sleeping as I wanted to ignore the fact that it was the worst day of my life because we fought and you do nothing but support the fool of Nathaniel". No, it didn't sound very good.

He opened the other conversation with the unknown number.

Unknown: I'm sorry. – 17:30

Unknown: I didn't mean to throw food on you. – 17:30

Unknown: Hirsch has told me everything. – 17:30

Unknown: I'll understand if you don't want to forgive me. – 17:31

Unknown: But Hirsch really regrets the fact that he yelled at you. – 17:31

Unknown: He just wants to fix the things with you. – 17:32

A tic appeared in his left eye. He didn't know what bothered him the most: the fact that Nathaniel got his number and apologized via messages; or that Hirsch had told him everything that happened. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. His best friend wasn't who to blame for telling him what happened, he had probably done it because he needed someone to support him emotionally. But why, with so many people in the world, Hirsch chose to tell that to the one who was destroying their friendship?

Sebastian: How did you get my number? – 06:32

He sighed and finally opened the social network. A few people had commented on his last photo, but what impressed him the most, was the photo that Hirsch had posted the day before.

In the photo they looked so much younger –even when the photo was taken the year before–: Hirsch had a huge smile on his face, his red hair falling above his eyebrows made him look even smaller. His dark eyes seemed to smile too, getting a crescent moon shape. Hirsch's smile could definitely improve anyone's day.

Instead, Sebastian did not have something that stood out in the photo. Even if he considered himself attractive –even far above from the rest– he'd always thought that photos didn't do justice to how he really looked. Maybe, the most striking thing in that photo were his bright eyes that were sadly overshadowed by his frown –although it was not very noticeable since his black hair covered it a little–. From there, his lips, instead of forming a small smile, made a grimace that, at first glance, could show that, on that occasion, he did not seem very happy.

There wasn't much else to appreciate other than that: they had sat on the floor and, in the background, you could see the skirt of Hirsch's bed sheets along with a complete mess of notebooks and pens. Another thing that might be good to mention was the fact that they both appeared in their uniforms: Hirsch only had the shirt and Sebastian still had the black jacket on.

"@HirschJoy: Do you remember the days we spent together, when it was just the two of us? You may not be aware of this, but, to me, you are the brightest star in the dark sky. @Sebastian_S #friendship #forever&Always #Sebascomeback"

"The photo was liked by Faircloth, NathMoon, Purple_Jade and 246 more people."

"@Faircloth: Why does it always seem like Sebastian is angry?"

"@NathMoon: He'll be back, Hirsch. I feel like this is all my fault."

"@HirschJoy: Don't blame yourself, Nath. He's just not going through his best moments."

"You liked @HirschJoy's photo."

He threw himself back on the bed, letting her phone bounce a few times on the soft mattress. A small smile appeared on his face. He remembered when that picture was taken, before Nathaniel's arrival and before all the mess the silver one had caused. That day they decided to eat at Hirsch's house since it was the closest to the school, besides that they had to do a school project together. At the end of the day, they didn't even do half of the project, but they ended up with a hundred photos on the phones of both of them.

"When it was just the two of us".