After we left the hospital I took papa to go sightseeing in this beautiful city , Delhi . but it's still fucking hot . first I bought one of the dresses they wear 'Saree' and I absolutely adore it .
It was three pieces , the long skirt that hugged my body perfectly , the top was a tight short blouse the seller called it 'choli' , it was covered with sparkling beads all over it , and the fall that wraps around one of my shoulders then lays down over my torso , I was freaking out when I saw it , dad kept laughing at me so we tried few and I settled on a black one .
Then we went for lunch in a tiny restaurant , the food was spicy and hot and I had to stop dad from eating too much because it might hurt his stomach though it was so good and delicious .
Over the day I thought to myself that it's been a while since I last hangout with papa. I actually forgot how funny and charming he is , he keeps talking about everything we pass in our way , he's so intelligent and brilliant , I didn't even want to talk and interrupt his trail of thoughts . He tells me about the history of the city and how it was rising among the other cities , it was fascinating . I was afraid that he'd get tired but he looked better than I did .
At last I stop in front a piercing little shop , there were different kinds of colorful earrings and piercings and I loved it all , while dad was standing in front a souvenir shop I entered the piercings place . the guy welcomed me and showed me the rest of the collections he had . I insisted on piercing two places in my body , I couldn't help it I had to .
When I went out my dad was sitting and looking around , waiting for me . I walked to him and took his hand to go back to the hotel , I thought I was going to melt if I stayed out any longer .
We get back to the hotel and I slump over my bed and falling asleep , I was exhausted .
When I walk out the bathroom after a very long shower I take my phone to check if anything needs my attention . I almost drop my phone when I saw his name on my screen , Lucas sent me a text . I quickly swipe my finger over the screen and tap the message icon .
*Thought I should check up on you , how's everything pixie?*
Even though it was a simple casual text but it made my heart pound against my chest . I smile and type back .
*Everything's the same :\ how are you guys?* I intentionally wrote guys , I don't want him to think that I'm desperate to talk to him , which probably I am . he answers back immediately
*What do you mean? . we're good* . his texts are casual , too casual .
I type back *They think he's totally fine , I guess we'll be back sooner * I keep holding the phone in one hand and clutching my towel with the other . It takes him minutes to reply this time
*Sooner is better than later* . I bite my lip smiling and flop back on the bad . five fucking smooth words , I like this Lucas but I'm afraid to dwell on my emotions too much , I like the sex and the fights and sometimes the easiness we have between us but to be really in a relationship with him ? I don't want that , I've had too many bad experiences to try again .
I drop my phone and then change my clothes into long shorts and a tank top I put my sandals on and head downstairs to walk with father to eat dinner in one of the local restaurants .
When we arrive we sit and I tell him about changing our flight to a sooner time but he shakes his head . "We can't I'm afraid , we booked a two way tickets and we can't change it unless we want a longer saty" I slump against my chair , this means we're staying for another three days without a point .
"Lucas can wait" my dad says popping an olive in his mouth and smiling . I chuckle rubbing my palms over my face "It's not that , it's just too hot here I can't bear it" . he laughs mockingly and nods as if he believes me .

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Broken Aphrodite
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