>It's been a few days, Naser texts me from time to time. It's mostly venting and small-talk, nothing serious. I'm grateful. That was up until today.
>"I need your opinion on something."
>"Shoot." I feel a cautiousness settle in me.
>there's a long delay before he replies. I can see he started and stopped a message several times.
>"I think I'm going to break up with Naomi." I reel.
>"It's just after talking with you and doing some thinking I realized she wants more of me than I can offer. I don't know."
>"I can't really weigh in on this." Holy shit man
>"I just want to know. Are Naomi and I a good fit?"
>I hesitate. They're birds of a feather, perfectionists and apex students but...
>They don't look happy together. It's not my place to step in here, never was but here I am. Do I lie to him? Try to get him to to stay the course. I swallow and decide.
>"No." It takes minutes to send a singular word. It's the truth, they don't work well together, I can see that but... It feels wrong. Feels like I'm causing this. I feel guilt beyond belief. I can't lie to him, though. He deserves the truth.
>"Okay." I get back
>I cautiously eye my phone the rest of the night, expecting something from him. A confirmation, plans what have you. Nothing.
>The next day dawns, my daily floor-headbutt routine played out but still nothing from him. I start to worry. He didn't do something drastic did he?
>I keep an eye out for him at school, or Naomi for that matter. No dice on either, Naomi is missing from homeroom. That's new.
>Fang's normal, or as normal as she can be. Nothing on that front. Band too. But then lunch rolls around.
>I see him. He's dejected, sitting at our usual table. He's done it, then.
>I slide up and sit down.
>"Hey." I offer in a careful voice.
>"Sup." he's not here, emotionally.
>"You alright?"
>"Sort've. You can guess what happened."
>I cringe at this. God I hate seeing him like this.
cont. I'm sorry Naomifags.