>>66848486>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.