„He is an idiot."
„You too."
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Haydée and Arthur.
DeeDee and Artie.
You can say it how you want but it still has same meaning. It's always these two, brunette girl and brunette boy.
Since her birth they know each other. They were their first...
"We're both really busy right now, so there isn't much time for romance."
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Haydée sat in the back row of the classroom, mindlessly twirling a pencil between her fingers and trying to focus on the subject being discussed. The teacher at the front was talking about some literary topic, but Haydée's thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the past few days. Her relationship with Hugo, her conversation with Arthur, her confused feelings—everything was mixing together inside her, not giving her any peace. Whenever she tried to concentrate on the lesson, all those thoughts would immediately return.
The room started to hum softly as her classmates began chatting quietly. Exhausted from thinking about her problems with Hugo and Arthur, she decided to tune out for a moment and listen to the surrounding conversations. She wanted to forget her troubles for a while and just focus on something else. To her dismay, most of the girls were talking about relationships, which only reminded her of what she was going through.
"Thomas surprised me with a candlelit dinner. He was so sweet, trying to set everything up perfectly," she heard one girl's voice from behind. There was excitement and contentment in her tone, as if the world of relationships was so simple and beautiful.
Another girl quickly joined in. "That's nothing, yesterday Martin brought me flowers just because, to show that he's thinking of me," she boasted with a smile, and the others around her nodded approvingly.
Haydée felt a peculiar pressure growing in her chest. She felt like she was getting lost in this world of sweet gestures and romantic dinners. Her relationships had never been so easy. With Hugo, it was always complicated, whether because of his work or their different needs. Arthur, on the other hand, was too intense; his feelings were strong and direct, which both frightened and attracted her.
Listening to these conversations made everything even more confusing. All the little moments of attention and love the girls were talking about stirred up sadness in her. She wasn't sure if she was even looking for something like that or if she was capable of experiencing those moments when her mind kept returning to more complex issues.
She wanted to close her eyes, push all the thoughts aside, but every word she heard reminded her of how different her own path was from everyone else's.
The girl pressed her lips together and tried to focus on the board in front of her, but it was impossible. Stories of perfect relationships, romantic gestures, and attentions that all her classmates received from their partners filled the room. Each word pricked at her like a needle. How was it that everyone around her had perfect relationships while hers seemed to be slowly falling apart? How was it that everyone's partners paid attention to them, while Hugo didn't even have time for a picnic?
"And what about you, Haydée?" one of the girls sitting nearby asked. "How's it going with Hugo?"
Haydée looked up from her desk and tried to put on a neutral expression. She knew that if she told the truth, it would start a flood of questions she wasn't in the mood to answer. "It's fine," she replied shortly, forcing a smile without trying to go into details. She felt the other girls' gazes on her, as if everyone was waiting for her to reveal something more, something interesting.
