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Can I trust her?

To see my friend, Emily. She looked kinda worried as she looked at me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I looked away for a sec, not feeling like talking at all.
“Hey, I want to help with what ever is up. C’mon, it can’t be that bad.”
I looked over back at her and told her about the girl I was going to ask. I told her that she makes me feel like someone who has been set free from his cage when ever I see her.
“Well, who is it?” She asks.
“Well… I don’t really want to say who it is.” I replied with a shaky voice.
“Well, when ever you want to talk about it more or even want help, you know who to ask.” She said as she hugged me and walks away toward her seat. I watched her walking away and wondered, Should I tell her? can I trust her?
A lot of thoughts has been going through my mind. It was like a choice between life and death.
Later that day at home, I got an instant message from someone. I looked at the screen name. No one I knew.
“is this ryan?” the person typed.
“yea who is this?”
“i am….”

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