A Little Bird Told Me

Forgiving

I went down the stairs, my mind tried to figure out why Viviano would do such a thing. Why did he come to my house at 23:30? I took my coat since we were in autumn which meant the weather was usually described by two words in our region: Cold and windy.

At night the wind was even worst, I thought to myself as a gush of it swooshed my hair back. 

   "Charlie..."

My best friend's fiance was observing me while I walked towards him. He stood on the left of my porch, still wearing his dark blue travel blazer that he was dressed in only a couple of hours ago. Viviano appeared to be waiting for me to be closer to him to continue our conversation.  When I was in front of him, he proceeded with his sentence:

   "Firstly..."

Acknowledging his choice of words, I avoided his powerful gaze. He knew what he was doing. He was playing with my emotions..! 

Dallas is always right when it comes to boys... He knew with Matthew and now-

   "Here is your 10 dollar that I stole from you. Well took to pay for the meal."

I cocked my eyebrows in surprise. I reached for my money, asking:

   "Is this the only reason why you came here?"

   "Obviously not.", he divulged without any shame. Viviano goes on: "I did not want to upset you, really. I'm just not good with... Bad emotions and such. You seemed fine and then poof, you were all grumpy and on the defence... It was weird and I thought humour would be a great way to ease the tension. It was not my intention, Charles..."

Accepting his apology, I was ready to go to sleep, but Viviano took my arm. 

   "Wait! Can we hangout?"

I hesitated, I didn't even know if I considered him a friend anymore.

   "It's still a Friday night..!", he reminded me, attempting to tempt me into saying yes. 

Maybe I was being dramatic about our fight... 

   "Let me make it up to you!", he pleaded foolishly, a smirk on his face.

After all, Viviano didn't intend to hurt my feelings. AND he was a good friend, it was just a miscommunication between us. Happened to everyone. Even with my conclusion I denied his offer. 

   "Maybe another time?", I suggested.

Viviano looked to be pondering, his hands stuffed in his pant's pockets. I awkwardly tugged my sleeves. The yellow-green grass underneath my socks squished whilst I bounced from my left feet to my right. I was under the impression that in the next few days I would need to do the laundry for my footwear and Jess'. My friend took out his cellphone. It was a Samsong, the newest model, a Galaxy S22 Ultra. My little sibling was obsessed with electronics. From video games to phones, computers, PlayStation, Xbox, Switch and so on and so forth. You could show him any device, my brother would've guessed what it was exactly. The Samsong's case was a basic brown one. It had a silver train sticker in the top left of the cover. Viv fiddled a bit with his mobile phone before bringing his attention back to me. 

   "Tomorrow is good for me. So see you tomorrow..!"

I nodded, gaping at him walking away.

I had forgotten about last night. 

"Forgive, not forget" is not a quote I relate to. I prefer: "Forgive and forget". Yes, I just scrambled the quote for this situation in particular as it wouldn't work for me and the woman who gave birth to me. I just don't see why I would hold a grudge, if the person did not kill someone, there is always hope for redemption. What does "Forgive, not forget" even mean? According to our dear trustworthy Google, this is what the quote expresses: Forgetting the situation but still keeping the lesson. Even then, I understand, but what if I want to shut out that part of my life? Then, I can't really bring it back up to the surface just to acquire a lesson out of it. Maybe I actually could, I never tried...