Siblings Secret

27--Kiara

March 30

Same routine, same days of different weeks. A never-ending loop: school, home, partying, repeat. I hate it, but I can't change it; this is all I know. But with him by my side, it was never boring. He would always keep me entertained, even if I found it stupid sometimes.

I haven't heard from him in three days. I know those days are going to turn longer.

It's been boring as hell not talking to him. He made my days bearable. I won't lie, saying we haven't texted, but it is not the same—our messaging has gotten short and simple, and the excitement and fulfillment I had whenever I saw his name popping up on my notifications has slowly cooled down. Now it feels like I am speaking to a distant friend who doesn't want to stay in contact with each other.

Sitting in history class, bored out of my mind, I decided that after school, I would go to my favorite cafe to get things off my mind.

After six long-torturous hours, school finally ended. I didn't make it to my car without saying goodbyes to my schoolmates and friends.

Making it to the cafe, I walked inside and was greeted by the smell of coffee and bread. I love the chic-homey design they have going on, with flowers hanging on the ceiling and walls. Everything is so bright. My favorite part is the mix of wood brown color for the furniture, chairs, and table.

I went to sit in my favorite spot in the back of the cafe next to a large window. Sitting there was serendipity, I remember the first time I looked out the window and saw people passing by, it was strangely calming. 

I sat there for hours without realizing it until I got a call from my dad yelling at me where I was. Ever since then, it has become my perfect area. It gives me enough privacy while I can still observe my surroundings.

As I got my cappuccino, I stared out, looking at life passing by. "I bet those people don't know the sins I have committed," I ponder. If my parents ever found out, I know they would take me to the priest to confess my sins and probably make me become a nun or something.

What if I told them? Would they accept us together? Lately, they haven't been as deep in religion when we were younger; maybe they got with the time? 

"As if," I scoff to myself. I knew them better than that. They might not be as intense, but that doesn't mean they would be supportive, given those times—the memories when we were younger are still blurry, but I knew it was not happy; it was full of bible verses, 'discipline,' shoving their religious expectations on us it drove us off the cliff in different ways.

Taking a sip of my drink, I saw a couple handing hands. The boyfriend brings their hands up to his face, kissing the back of her hand as she wears the brightest smile on her face. A ping of envy stung across my chest.

"He wishes we could be like that," I sigh, knowing that we can't not without getting caught. He just doesn't understand that my parents won't accept him. I don't want him getting hurt.

I stared off into space, looking down at my cup of half-drunken coffee, unaware someone was calling my name until that person shook their hand in front of me, "Huh? The hell—" I stop once I recognize the face. "You! Wait–how...—" I was lost for words; the only thing I was capable of was gasping like a fish–making him chuckle. 

"Surprise, amor?" (love) he whispered, caressing my cheek, "Best surprise ever " —I smiled, nuzzing against his hand— " It's been so long." His touch alone relieved the tension in my body.

His hand was so warm that a smile took over my face until my cheek got cold. Opening my eyes, I saw him moving—sitting opposite of me. "Shit," I curse. I can't believe I forgot we are in public. What if someone saw? I looked around, scared that someone I knew had seen our encounter.