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Chapter Twenty one : Try a little Nervousness

My mouth was dry, my hands sweaty and my heartbeat fast. Esteban on the other hand, was feeling completely comfortable , he was standing right next to me , with a serious look on his face, at this very moment i felt very thankful that the teacher had paired me with him, and also thankful that he was not from the nervous kind. After a while we sat and let the video start, a video which we found on the internet that held very much informations about the war. At the end of our project, Esteban was all smiles that i could melt, the class was divided, some looked bored and others looked kind of interested, i would say or may be shocked with the cruelty of what they learnt about war, however the teacher looked very pleased, i would even say ...proud ?

But i was only thinking about how much more time i was going to be in front of the student's eyes, and in order to make that moment as short as possible, i thought about pretty much anything i could think of, from unicorns and mermaids, to the last movie i saw : the age of adaline , passing by the beautiful dance of the birds outside and how much money fifty shades of grey's author has earned with the books, the new brand of wine...etc

Finally, not as fast as i wished, class was over and soon enough, we were in the car , heading towards home.

"I don't know what i would have done without you, you're a savior "

"i know that, but why exactly are you thanking me ? " he laughed 

"the project" i answered

"Oh well, you're welcome milady" he began,then " it was so freaking funny, how much you were nervous " he added

"Yeah, talking in front of people in not my thing" after a while i said " but it's definetely yours ".

"Well i used to do plays back in Buenos Aires, i even did Romeo " he laughed

"I guess Romeo in spanish is definetely something "

" sure thing, plus i was the one who interpreted it so it couldn't be anything else but awsome " he commented

"cocky much ? "

he looked at me and said " i'm just kidding "

" Do you miss it ? " he had a confused face one " miss what ?"

"i mean the plays" i continued

" yeah a little bit "

" well you could join the club here" i offered

"but i won't have as much time to spend with you as before " he explained. Aw isn't he lovely ?

"It's fine, if you really want to do it, go ahead "

" No thanks i prefer spending time with you, babe" he answered winking his left eye at me. 

" what about the city, tell me about it, tell me things about your old life" i questionned

"my old life was pretty boring, no girlfriend, i had some friends but i stopped hanging out with people after my mom passed away" he said with a painful look in his eyes when he mentioned his mom's death.

we had arrived at home and he was going to open his car door ,when i took his hand in mine and put the other on his left cheek.

"i'm sorry" and i added "i'm sure she was awsome"

One of his eyes started to get tearful, then the other too, and right then i understood that he never talked about it, he just bottled up everything. this situation was completely strange to me, i didn't have a loving mother to mourn after. So i gave him the only thing i would have liked for someone to give me at a hard time : a simple long hug.

When we broke apart, he quickly removed what looked like the teardrops' stream, his eyes were a bit reddish. I felt bad , really bad as if the feeling of loss that he felt passed through me at that very moment when we hugged, as if that woman i have never known, and whom i have only seen her face in a photograph, was missing in my life...After all i did miss her, i missed the loving careful mother she was .

Then we got out of the car , right when we crossed the house's door, i remembered i left my phone in front of the car seat , so i went back to get it. I found it quickly and right when i turned around, i heard someone calling my name from the other side of the street. I turned to look who it was , Jimmy .

he was on his little bicycle comming towards me.

"Jimmy , careful with the street !!"

that little boy was our neighbour's kid, he was about nine or ten years old, i used to babysit him for once in a while. When he came close, i said " hey big boy, how is it going ?"

" Great Amy, i missed you , why don't you come by anymore" he asked calling me with is very own nickname.

" Oh i missed you too , but i had some things to do these days "

"Well can you come Friday ? Mom is going out with dad for their wedding's anniversary " he explained

"Yeah sure, i will be there at the usual time, okay ?" 

"Yes i'll be waiting for you " he said before turning around and riding his little bicycle.

When i headed back inside the house, i heard Esteban in the shower, and i decided to make some sandwiches so we can relax in front of the TV...

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Tyler's POV :

Finally i found her again, i thought i was as good as dead when i lost her brother and her's trace, they had completely vanished, but there was this little part of me that regretted that i found her , i felt bad for her, she never had a real life and now that it had begun to settle down for her , i have to ruin it all over again, but she is strong, she will get over it, she has no choice but to stand up again. 

Once i took a picture of her entering the house, i followed that little boy, i wonder what he is to her ...God, what have i become, a complete monster, but it's my life at stake i can't risk it all. My wife, my life and my new business here in Chicago...

Es la historia de un amor, como no hay otro igual, que me hizo comprender todo el bien...todo el mal ...