I felt horrible. Really, exceptionally horrible. The longer I thought about what I'd said to Kristoff in my frustration, the more ashamed of myself I became. Surely I wasn't so self centered as to be oblivious to how caring and supportive all of my friends are. Especially Kristoff. I had said he was never there for me - but in truth, he's always there. Even when I'm too blind to see it.
I stood waiting in the hallway, hoping to run into my tall friend so I could properly apologize and reconcile our relationship.
I didn't have to wait long.
"Kristoff?" My voice was tentative, saddened.
"Yes?" His was hesitant.
"Can I talk to you?"
A very flat "of course."
"I'm sorry for what I said about you not being there or caring about me. That was a horrible, ignorant thing to say and I'm incredibly sorry."
Kristoff looked more receptive - almost hopeful.
"Not only was it unkind, it was incorrect. You're always there when I need you - I don't know how I could have forgotten. Please, don't stay mad."
"I'm not mad," he said softly. Kristoff sounded more hurt than angry or upset.
I reached out and touched his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Kristoff. You're one of my best friends!"
For some reason, that statement made him frown almost imperceptively. Still, he pulled me close in a hug and I could swear I heard him mumble "exactly" under his breath.
I pulled away.
Smiling at my friend, I walked away (albeit a bit confused.) He didn't smile back, or even move.
Why on earth was Kristoff acting so strange?