Later, in the evening, I unboxed my things in the studio. I sorted my clothes and found the blue cardigan I had worn the day we met. It was still comfy and sweet, even after all these years. I was going to order some food -because I was afraid to go out and see him again- when someone knocked on the door. The concierge was supposed to give me her schedule. Maybe it was her. I went to the door and opened it. Felix. He had a bottle of wine in his left hand.
« I wanted to apologize. »
« About earlier or four years ago? »
« Earlier. »
« Thanks... »
I was about to close the door when he put his foot to block it.
« Look... We will live in the same building for some time and I just want it to be a normal experience. I've brought you some wine. »
« If you really want me to bear you... Take it to Montmartre. »
I grabbed my coat and two glasses for wine. Getting closer to him again, I smelled it. That cologne he always wore. The thousand-dollar one. Another reminder of the "We are too different" excuse. I pushed him a bit to get out of the apartment and locked the door.
« At least, do you remember how to get there? »
« You want an Uber or what?
He rolled his green-brown eyes.
« Let's walk. »
We went down the stairs and out of the building. The silence contrasted with the agitation of the street, outdoors. Cars and buses were passing in a row.
"I really tried to fit in, you know?" I said after five minutes of walking without talking.
"Fit in where?"
"With your friends."
"They liked you, Anastasia."
"They didn't. They didn't even appreciate you and you didn't even appreciate them."
"Have you ever had friends?"
"Yeah, and my posh friends like yours weren't my friends."
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The chestnuts of Montmartre
Romantik"Chestnuts, painters, restaurants... I fell for the place before than for Felix, to be honest. Felix was leaning against the wall, on the corner of the street. I immediately fell in love the first second I noticed him. He looked like midnight rain...
