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anon1 omg he was so cute mattgrey @anon1 uhm what are you saying? that i'm not cute anymore? samsanch @mattgrey you never were.
anon2 you look so cute together djamila_ @anon2 oh no no no don't ever say that again mattgrey @anon2 i think i'm gonna be sick anon2 ah, love at its finest✨
anon3 hot hot hot
anon4 my two crushes in one picture
imayarobb you look like a potato hslajakajah mattgrey @imayarobb of courses you'd know from experience what one looks like imayarobb @mattgrey YOU TAKE THAT BACK
chloneil it's so surprising how lovely and nice you look in this picture but in reality you're like a cat and a dog djamila_ @chloneil shut up we love each other mattgrey @chloneil @djamila_ we do
samsanch thank god it grew back mattgrey @samsanch uhm rude djamila_ @samsanch ajakahahhahahah i know right mattgrey @djamila_ why am i not surprised?
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Djamila and her father hadn't spoken in eleven months. The two were never close, but the girl learned to accept it. So imagine her surprise when the man texted her yesterday asking to have dinner.
She should've said no. Clearly they were both happy being apart, so why bother with these kind of things?
But Djamila was a people pleaser, she could rarely say no. And that was her biggest flaw.
So there she was, sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant in Manhattan, waiting for her father. What was she supposed to do once she saw him? Hug him? No, they didn't do that. Djamila wasn't even sure if they ever hugged.
Her father was a cold man. But he wasn't always like this. There was a time, before Djamila was born, when he was happy and in a loving relationship with his soulmate, the girl's mother. But she also had another soulmate, a woman from Turkey. Her father always felt like a second choice, like a replacement.
And then it happened. They were part of the 2% of the people with soulmates who didn't get a happy ending. Her mother fell out of love with him and decided to leave to be with the other soulmate. She was pregnant at the time, but she didn't want a child, worried that it would ruin her relationship. So she left Djamila with her father and disappeared. Ever since then, her father changed. He didn't bother with relationships because, he said, if soulmates turned out to leave you, what would any other normal person do?
And he always told his daughter this. And, unfortunately for the young girl, his father's words stuck in her head.
They're better off without you.
“Hi, sorry I'm late” she looked in front of her to see her father sit down. He changed since she last saw him. His hair was longer and he shaved his beard.
“It's okay” she replied. Then they both looked at the menu, trying to ignore the uncomfortable silence surrounding them.
“Good evening, do you already know what you're having?” a waitress came at their table and took out a tablet, ready to take their orders.
“Hello, I'll have some spaghetti alla carbonara and some water, thank you” Djamila smiled at the woman and then turned to look at her father.
“I'll have the same” he said. Then they were alone, neither of them knowing how to break the awkward silence. What were they supposed to talk about? She could ask him about his job. She didn't even know where he worked, besides the fact that it was a business company somewhere in New York. He never bothered to tell her and she never had any occasion to ask.
“How's everything going?” the man decided to speak first.
“Uhm, good, good. Yeah. I'm leaving in two days to finish my tour, so that's fun” she nodded.
God, this was the worst.
“Oh, right. How's music going?” he asked. Djamila suppressed her disappointed look. He didn't listen to her music.
“Everything's great. I released a knew song a few days ago and I'm working on some new stuff” she faked a smile. He nodded. “Oh, what about you?”
“Things are good, the same, you know?” No I don't, she thought.
They made some more small talk, talking about topics you would talk about with a stranger, such as politics, sports, business, etc. …
Luckily for them, the waitress came with their food, so they ate in silence. She hurried eating knowing the topic her father was about to bring up, resulting in her walking away. She didn't want to waste the food.
“So, met your soulmates yet?” There it was. She sighed and put down her fork, playing with the hem of her skirt.
“No, not yet” She replied, already knowing what was about to come.
“So, I was right” he nodded to himself. “Honestly, you should move on. They apparently have. Find someone without a soulmate, chances are you'll be happier with them”.
“Dad, not this again” Djamila said in a low voice.
“I'm just looking out for you. Are they still here in the city like a few years ago?”.
“Yes." she sighed.
“Well, there you have it” he gestured. “If they wanted you, they would've found you. For Goodness' sake, you live in the same city. The bond is strong, why aren't you with them right now?”
“Well, in their defence, I haven't exactly looked for them as well” she said, trying to cool down.
“It doesn't work like that. Soulmates find each other. That only means they've been avoiding you. See, what did I tell you all this time? Soulmates are shit. They're gonna disappoint you. They're probably already together and happy. You should look elsewhere, it can't be worse than this.” And that was when she lost it. Better to fight him and make it look like she was crying from anger than from sadness.
“That's it. I've had it. You know, I shouldn't have come here. I don't know why, every time we do this I think that you'll change, that you'll be genuinely interested in my life and genuinely worried about me but no! Instead of supporting your daughter and encourage her you do nothing but bring her down. Do you have any idea what's been going on in my life for the past three years?” she spoke in a low voice, trying not to attract any attention to them, but anyone could see how angry and sad she was. “Let's see, in the past three years I've had a car accident, I've dated two people, I started seeing a therapist and found out that I have severe anxiety and so much more. These are just the highlights. But you didn't know, because you don't give a fuck about me. I'm sorry about what happened with my mother, but that doesn't excuse your behaviour. You're not the only one who went though bad things, so stop taking in out on other people.” She took a deep breath and then calmed down, sadness overtaking her anger. “I've tried to be there for you and I gave you so many chances to fix this, but it's time for me to realize that you're never gonna change, because you don't even realize how fucked up you are, believing you're doing everything right. So, until you wake up, please don't call me”. Djamila stood up and walked away.
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