Elena Sergio.
I blinked severally. "KJ?"
"Yeah, it's me, KJ," he replied. "The real one, if that makes any sense."
"Oh." The skin on my face crawled with heat. "I'm sorry. About all I just said. I had no idea it was you."
"I mean I did feel hurt at first," he chuckled. "Until I realized what you were saying."
"I'm sorry," I said again. "I would never say those things to you if I knew it was actually . . . you."
"You are forgiven," he said, his foreign accent seeming to get thicker. "What happened though? Why the sudden outburst?"
I sighed, walking back to my bed already. "It was nothing."
"Elena," he called my name.
"Yeah?"
"You know you can tell me whatever, right?"
I paused, looking down at my free hand folded on my lap. "I guess so."
"I know so. So tell me. What happened?" He pressed.
Again, I sighed. I did want to tell KJ, but I just didn't feel comfortable about doing it. What if he mocked me too? Like Anabel. Says the same things she said to me.
