I tightened my lips to control myself, in a colossal attempt to try to keep the sharp pain that coursed through my chest at bay.—And... what about what was happening between you and me?"It was a mistake," he said in a clear, hoarse, sure voice, without the slightest hint of hesitation. You were very sensible in finishing it, and to tell the truth you did me a favor: you were right, I was deviating from my original intentions. I was losing track of the real reason why I'm doing all this, just because of a petty attraction.I swallowed hard to try to clear the lump that had formed in my throat.—So... what happened didn't mean anything? —My question was a barely audible whisper, but I didn't care because I needed him to say it. I needed to hear it from you.The demon had a frown and a severe look, but he didn't give me the impression that he was feeling any emotion, he was simply serious. He did not exude the slightest remorse, nor any other alteration."I don't feel anything for you,
The caramel-haired girl was sitting at a small square table in the corner, looking absently at the crowd with a frown and a somewhat strict expression.I reached his side and stood there, still, not knowing what to say to him. She looked up and narrowed his eyes at her.-Hello. —My tone sounded so sullen that I surprised myself, but I maintained my firm stance."Hello," he said back, almost with the same nuance. Immediately, she made a nod, pointing to a glass with a brown liquid and ice floating in it. I asked you for an iced tea.Something strange stirred inside me. Nat was so sure I was coming, that she went out of her way to order something she knew I liked. At that moment I realized that, perhaps, she knew me more than I thought.Not sure what else to say, I bit my bottom lip awkwardly.—Do you want to sit down? She offered, but there was nothing kind in her voice, so she sounded more like an order. I looked at her seat in front of her as if it were the hardest of obstacles, and,
Nat rubbed his face again in anguish and I could see how he was swallowing hard, as if he had a lump in his throat. I could see that the corners of her eyes were a little red—like never before, she wasn't wearing makeup now—perhaps because she was very rough with her hands. Or because she was simply holding back the urge to cry.-And then? —I asked in a whisper, although deep down I was very afraid for whatever was coming.She bit her lower lip and, for a second, seemed hesitant to continue. But she did it:—Another woman approached him, but she had dark hair and, I don't know..., she kind of looked a little like him. She—she frowned in slight surprise, and she shook her head—. And the two of them almost ran away. “I didn't know where the hell you or Jon were, so I stayed there…” He took a minute to breathe, trying to calm himself. I couldn't breathe normally. The pounding of my chest continued to be hurried. Amy, I've read so many things, I'm so obsessed with all these topics that I
Surprise and anguish equal magnitudes within me. I didn't comment anything regarding his last confession, because I calmed down with that "almost."—I knew you weren't in danger with them around, as long as you didn't know the truth."I know," he whispered, pursing his lips. I know you would have protected me if something happened, but… Shit! His cursing of her made me jump slightly. Why didn't you tell me? Why you did not tell me anything? I thought... I told you about my stepfather, damn it.Suddenly, his expression changed from upset to resentful."It's not the same, Nat." I shook my head. Please understand…—I never told anyone, and I told you! "She," she interrupted me with exasperation. Why couldn't you tell me something like that?—Because when I found out about all this, I almost went crazy! —I didn't know why I exploded like that. The girl in front of me widened her eyes and leaned back slightly. "Everything I believed in went to shit, Nat." I lowered my tone, but she continu
-I'm sorry! Alright? I let my face fall into my hands, praying inside that he would understand. Sorry, shit … Sorry.-You feel it? For all the…” I heard her gasp of dismay and raised my head to look at her. I should have been with you. Maybe…maybe it would have helped you. She would have advised you. She would have told you not to give your soul to save that girl. She would have done something …“It wasn't your fault,” I interrupted her, although my tone wasn't as firm as I wanted. There was no way you could have prevented it. I did what I did because I decided to.I saw him swallow hard. She gave a ragged sigh, as if something in his chest was preventing him from breathing properly.-Because you? —She whispered.I shook my head silently, slowly shaking my head.-Don't know.—Amy…, you are important to me, more than many other people have been. And I don't like this, I don't like it at all. I never want to feel the same way I felt when Dad died. I never want to feel a loss like that a
—You're a terrible friend, Dave! —My voice sounded strange, in a way I had never heard before. David's laughter on the other end of the line was barely perceptible amid the noise of the bar's busy music. You reject my invitation and now you make fun of me?David laughed loudly again, which, for some reason, made me laugh too.—Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but I've never heard you drunk, Amy.-I'm not drunk! Well…, not yet. —We laughed again in unison—. I'm just...I'm just happy. That's very strange, isn't it? The happiness. It makes you forget about problems.-That? “He,” he mocked louder. What the hell are you talking about? What are you drinking?—Come on, Dave! Come!“Woman, leave the boy alone,” Nat intervened with a huge smile, next to me on a stool."But I want him to meet you..." I insisted, still with the cell phone pressed to my ear.“I'm sorry, Amy, but I can't come,” David lamented in my ear. I have to study for next week's exams... Maybe another day.I gave a sigh before
My vision soon became so hazy, that everything around me looked comical; I couldn't stop laughing at everything . Every time Nat spoke to me, her lips seemed to move slower than her words came out and that simple fact made me laugh. When Tyler noticed my state, he said he should stop for a while.—But I'm perfectly fine! —I protested, although I didn't pronounce any words correctly.—God, you're so drunk! Nat exclaimed. Suddenly, she reached for support on the bar and stood up. I'm coming."You know," Tyler said, smiling, "the first person to throw up pays for everything."-I did not lose! I'm just going to pee.—I didn't want to know that.A boisterous laugh assailed me."I swear I'm not going to throw up..." Nat held onto the bar and walked past me to head to the bathroom, but before he walked any further, he turned around and gave me a knowing smile. Not yet.Tyler had once again shaken the metal glass in which he prepared the drinks. The quick movement and skill with which he pour
“I sat on it,” I lied, but then shook my head. I wasn't supposed to remember any of that by now. Today I had to forget everything.In reality, it was just cracked by a line on the front and I figured it wouldn't affect the photo so I could transfer it to my laptop later.I pointed the camera at her, but Nat scowled at me."Not alone," he objected. Both, or else, no.I grimaced slightly. Honestly, I didn't like taking photos. I loved having the people I wanted in the gallery on my phone and my laptop, I saved my entire family, even some of Diana's. He never revealed them; I just liked having them there.Before I refused, Tyler came to us.—I'll take them one. —He took the cell phone from me and held it in her hands, pointing toward us—. Smile, let's see, make a "duck mouth."Nat pressed herself against my side and rested her head on my shoulder. The only thing I could do was laugh like a fool when the flash blinded me."Damn, Tyler, I closed my eyes," she complained."They're terrible