Love Games

One: The End and the Beginning

It's Friday night.

You know what they say about people who drink black coffee without anything else?

That they are psychopaths.

That's what my friend Emma Stone told me.

I laugh at the thought and my heart skips a beat.

Who is my friend anyway?

A six-foot-tall, forty-two, black-haired, bespectacled woman. With a tongue that's too long and a tongue that's too big, and sometimes I envy her a little and wish I were like her. Emma, once you get to know her, is such a good soul, with a heart of gold.

Emma owns a bar in Sicily, by the sea, the view of the beautiful sea and the long beaches takes your breath away, although she works hard, I'd say she works harder because the rent is obscenely expensive, but she is definitely aware that if she loses that position on the beach, her bar will lose the reputation it has built up over the years.

While Emma is very direct and loud, I'm the quiet, thoughtful blonde you'll often find in the corner behind the book.

My name is Sarah Becker and I'm a librarian in the town of Sicily, I read books and in my book world I'm fun, outspoken, funny.

In reality, I can't read between the lines, I don't get jokes, I'm stumped, and I could go on and on.

And I am newly single.

Today is the worst day I've ever had; I come home to the house where my ex-fiancé and I used to live, and all that greets me at the door is a box and a suitcase full of my stuff.

I bang on the door.

˝Dave, what is this, what have you done? ˝ I shout at the door.

And I bang on it again.

˝I don't love you anymore. ˝ Dave replies before opening the door.

Dave Jameson.

My ex-fiancé, liar and whoremonger.

˝Excuse me? What's the matter with you? You don't love me anymore, and when did you find out? ˝ I ask angrily, and as he starts to close the door, I block it.

˝I think I'm tired of a serious relationship, I want to be alone for a while. ˝ He replies seriously.

"But we're engaged, are you going to throw away our love? And where would I go? Friday night? ˝ I ask him with tears in my eyes.

My hands are hanging off my body, I can't believe my eyes that the person I've been with for three years just said he didn't love me anymore and I wonder if he ever loved me or if I was just a game to him?

"Go to Emma's bar, maybe someone will take pity on you. ˝ And he laughs hypocritically.

I feel like slapping him, but I'm a lady and I stop myself.

˝What has Emma done to you to make you so rude to her? Emma is not to blame here, but she was definitely more supportive than you, all you care about is cars, money and your friends. Where was I going to get involved with you, what was I thinking? ˝ I answer questioningly.

Really, what was I thinking, I unconsciously fell in love with Dave when he went to the library, he switched books more and more often and won me over. And I felt like the happiest girl when we kissed for the first time, I believed in the fairy tale and I got a sour ending.

˝I just can't stand her, that's all. And I don't love you anymore. "He says it again.

I feel as if someone has stabbed me in the heart.