But he knew it was already too late."What did you do to him now?" -I asked for.I deleted our meeting.I opened my eyes wide."You erased my brother's memory?!""Yes, Amy, I'm that stupid," he muttered with clear disgust, and rolled his eyes. No, idiot, I just erased that little memory."And how are you so sure?"Shrugged."Well, if he wakes up half-ass, I'll owe you an apology." I looked at Anthony; he seemed totally oblivious to our discussion, as if I weren't almost yelling next to him.-And that's it? I wanted to know. You put a hand on his head and that was it? "What did you expect?" Let out bright lights and fireworks? He clicked his tongue. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.I glared at him. However, she was much more relieved to know that Anthony was perfectly fine and that she would not remember anything of what happened. I sighed. Then a revelation lit my mind like a lightbulb, and I looked at Azazziel suspiciously." This is it, " I whispered.His frown deepened.-Wha

—You have quite a complex, huh? She inquired laughing. Amy, you're not weird. Stop saying that."I've been told that to my face more times than I care to admit, Nat." The words tumbled out of my mouth, overwhelmed by countless memories of my high school years. Diana has been my only friend since I was seven years old, and David, who has been my only friend since high school. I know what I'm saying.Did not answer. I stared at my drink, forcing myself not to make eye contact with the girl next to me. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like this.When she spoke again, it was in a voice full of parsimony.“Amy, I don't think you're weird. I spoke to you that day because I found you a very interesting person. The book thing was just an excuse to get to know you.I cocked my head to link my eyes with his."I'm afraid you'll get tired of me soon," I confessed, and a very strange feeling, a mixture between liberation and mist, suffocated me. I know I'm a boring person.“I don't think you're bo

"Ready for the reveal?" His question of hers made me laugh. She removed her hands from covering her face. Ta-da!My eyes widened. Without a drop of makeup, Nat could easily pass for a girl of fifteen or sixteen. Despite that, her face looked very pretty, childish, but young and shiny."You look good like that," I said with a smile."Thank you," he murmured, twisting his face, "but with this face I can't enter the clubs."I laughed again, but the laugh faded as my eyes strayed once more to his hands."Don't look at them. Don't look at them. Don't look at them."I hid my face in the cup in my hands and drank some more of the chamomile tea that she had prepared for me, so as not to continue seeing them.Nat was wearing a black T-shirt with a rock band print on it, which was so big on her that it almost looked like a short dress. The garment completely revealed his thin arms, and I couldn't help but notice the small blue butterfly tattoo on his right forearm… Just as I couldn't ignore the

His answer made me look back at the cup in my hands. I caught the nervous smile on my face."And if I'm not worth it?" I mumbled, because suddenly a fear different from the one you have when faced with danger: the fear of failing someone."Prove me yes," he asked in a whisper.My chest had a strange reaction, it was flooded with a pleasant and alien warmth at the same time, the kind that feels like when you connect with a person that you still can't know much about, and that you may never fully know, but who, at end, it doesn't matter. Because you understand that the past and the way of living of that person do not matter, as long as they count on each other."Can I turn on the TV?" -I asked for. I really didn't want to see anything in particular, but the overwhelming feeling threatened to topple the shield I'd worked my whole life to build around myself.However, at that moment I knew that she had already achieved it.Nat set the guitar aside, got up to find the remote and hand it ov

"You could have told me any of those times…" I muttered angrily. Just like you could have done it anywhere but in my fucking bed.Her jaw clenched, as if she'd been hit hard in the stomach, and I turned away, not waiting for the bus.On the way home I tried to calm down before my parents, who had arrived in the morning, saw me devastated. I had a lot of bottled up feelings and therefore wanted to cry out of sheer helplessness, but not in front of them.The next few days felt like psychological torture.Time seemed eternal at work. Jade, who realized that Diana was no longer speaking to me, would come up to me whenever she saw me alone. However, as much as I tried with her, I couldn't get totally comfortable with her, and faking sympathy all the time was more exhausting than I could imagine. After the discussion on Monday, neither Diana nor I wanted to make an effort to start a conversation or to try to fix the situation.And so, even though it hurt, I decided that maybe it was best to