Now I understand...

                                    

                                          


                          
Kit's POV
                          
He's gone... again.
                          
Somehow, I'm not feeling as bad as before he paid this visit. It's like he is still in here, looking after me.
                          
I'm feeling much better. Just this little time that he spent with me, was able to make me feel that happiness again.
                          
That made me remember... I have to take my medicine. 
                          
It has been quite a long time since my overdosing, so taking medicine isn't as dangerous as it was then. And I will not take all of the 9 this time, just the 3 that I am supposed to take. 
                          
I took a glass of water and swallowed them.
                          
Then I layed on my back, thinking.
                          
I still can't believe that Yo knows.
                          
What am I supposed to do about it?
                          
He has never been able to keep secrets, at least not from his friends.
                          
I have to talk to him.
                          
But not today anymore. I am tired. 
                          
I will call him tomorrow.
                          
I have to clarify this.
                          
*
                          
Morning 
                          


                          
I am ready to call Yo.
                          
I'm sitting on the edge on my bed, rolling the phone in my hands.
                          
It buzzed before I even got the opportunity to open it.
                          
I looked at the screen.
                          
40 calls, 36 messages...
                          
... From Ming.
                          
Is he in some kind of trouble?
                          
Whatever, I have something more important to do than read his complains.
                          
I have to call Yo.
                          
He answered after the second buzz.
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
"Yes?"
                          
"Yo... Are you free today?"
                          
"You wanna talk about this, don't you?"
                          
"Kinda...?"
                          
"I was prepared for that... I'll be there in 10."
                          
Then he ended the call.
                          
I guess my intentions were really expected. Of course I wanted to talk about this.
                          
It took exactly 10 minutes before he was knocking on my door. I let him in. I didn't believe my mom would let him inside, because she nearly ever let's anyone in here.