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𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛
December 4, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟸 It was very windy that day and sky was mostly white due to the bad weather, the waves moving rapidly and aggressively splashing onto the sand, if I had known better I would've brought a thicker jacket.
The wind was so strong that I struggled to breathe properly, and each step I took, it was almost as if the wind wanted to knock me out on purpose, but Yago was there by my side, holding me still.
When has he never been by my side?, Always concerned and desperate for me, and wanting my love and affection, so madly in love- and does anything that he can possibly do for me. Looking at us, everyone would think that, so did I at first.
Yago calls me, I snapped out of this lost thought I had for a second, and hugged him due to the cold wind and to regain my consciousness.
"Do you want my jacket? You'll catch a cold, yours is too thin."
Says Yago, while faintly smiling, then after turning his face away from me.
"Yeah, sure." I say while looking to the ground, almost loosing my consciousness again, zooming out.
He wraps his jacket around me, and pulls a box of cigarette that was in his jackets' pocket.
I wonder why is he specifically smoking nowadays, he never smoked before meeting Omisha. I remember when I introduced both of them to each other, in this same beach. Omisha was a friend that I've talked to since I was 13, we met online on a game we used to play together.
She would always help me with my personal problems, and I did the same for her. She used to live far away, and we always wished that we could met each other in real life... But then, in some type of magical way, she ended up being my neighbour, I felt the luckiest- as if I won a lottery.
We started high school together, and we've never felt that happy in our lives before. She would go over to my house and I would go over to hers. We would talk all night long.
But nice dreams don't last forever.
One day, we got into a fight. All because I was commenting on how strange she was behaving towards me, and she wasn't accepting my calls nor answering my text replies.
All I remember was when she said "I don't know, but I've been tired these days, maybe we should move on from each other, we just... don't click anymore. I moved on and... I feel like you are too excessive with me, like I can't do anything without you... maybe we should find new friends."
I still remember thinking... the nerve she had to say such thing, after all we've been through. I have always-in my eyes, given her-her own space, I have always given her birthday presents, helped her when she wanted something but couldn't buy at the time...
