Today, Irene and Sharleen had planned to go out with Kyle. The other girls had left on Friday evening, just after the end of the courses, as Irene and Sharleen had stayed up until 11pm to finish their homework so they could be free the whole weekend.
On Saturday morning, the girls dressed up early. Sharleen's green velvet skirt, a bit shorter than the knees, with its golden boutons that matched her eyeshadow, and her white turtleneck pullover looked pretty. Her woolen cream coat on, and she was ready, her both masculine and feminine features as unique and beautiful as always.
Irene had picked from her wardrobe a long black pleated skirt. Sharleen looked at her, surprised, and asked her:
-Isn't it the skirt you hate the most?
-Yah, it is. Better to say...
Irene took her scissors and cut the skirt, way higher than the knees.
-It was. But I think it's gonna be my favorite one from now on.
Sharleen smiled. She loved this new aspect of Irene, aspect that indeed was still unfamiliar but that she had always suspected.
Irene slipped into it, keeping her safety shorts beneath. She threaded a shirt and tied up her hair in a ponytail. She put her contacts and her leather gloves on, and turned to Sharleen.
-Wow... it's so...
-Surprising? I know. What was even more surprising is the fact that I survived two years without wearing stuff like that. You know, even though my parents are CEOs, we aren't noble or military, unlike you. I... I was raised in a different way than you. I was used to wear this kind of thing and...
-You learned fighting. Kyle told me it all about karate and stuff.
-Yah. Once, back when I was 4, people tried to break in at home. So, my father decided that I needed to learn fighting. And my mother made me do karate, because that was what Soline was already doing.
-That sounds... crazy. And that's when you met Kyle, he said.
-Yah!!
Sharleen heard that something was off when Irene answered. But she didn't really pay attention. Yet she did pay attention the Irene's ring.
-You're wearing it on your left ring finger?
-Oh, yah.
-But that's the finger for...
-Fiancé. I know.
-Wait, what? You got fiancée?
-I was fiancée. Well, I was with Him.
Sharleen looked at her, in shock.
-Kyle forgot to tell me about this part of the story, she muttered. -Kyle learned for Him and me 48 hours ago. He doesn't know about everything that happened to me since he left.
Her voice didn't sound dry, just sad. Still the same conclusion: Kyle knew a really few things.
Irene tried to chase this uncomfortable feeling and focused back on her ring. She kept on:
-That was... That was the ring he and Kyle offered me when I got thirteen. And when I started being with... Him, I put that ring at this finger. I'm forever his fiancée.
Sharleen slowly sat down next to Irene.
-Does He have a name?
-Yeah. His name is...
Her throat tightened.
-Sorry if it was too personal.
-No no, it's just... His name is... was... Como.
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Even Angels get hurt
Acción"But then, what have you in common with the child of five whose photograph your mother keeps on the mantelpiece? Nothing, except that you happen to be the same person." George Orwell _________________________________________________________________...
