Maybe...?

CHAPTER 35

"I'm home¡" I shout.

The eco of this enormous house perpetuates.

"Lea¡ We're in the living room." I hear a chirping voice.

From Luis probably.

Holding my school bag with both of my hands, I enter the site, viewing two big persons reading books as they are seating near the chimney.

"Hello honey, how was the morning?" Richard looks up.

"Like always." I don't smile, not this time.

"Are you okay?" Richard asks inviting me to seat beside him.

I do it.

"I have a question."

I'm tense, I don't what are they going to answer.

"Tell us Lea."

They are just too kind.

"I want to go to Venecia." I begin explaining.

"What?" They both yell.

"It won't cost you anything, it's only a plane ticket that I can pay with the money I already have." I'm almost begging.

"You're not an adult, you can't go outside without us." Luis puts his book away.

"But it's important, I must go, it's necessary." I cry out.

"It's not about the cost, you can't go the other part of the world after the death of your grandmother. We don't know If you'll fine." Richard says, softly.

"I'll be fine." I speak out.

"If something happens to you... you're only fifteen and we're your legal tutors now, I don't know If I would hold so much guilt." The other seems to be upset.

I pout like a child, sighing at the same time.

Unbidden, we hear that someone has enter.

"Lucas¡" They wave at him.

I don't turn around.

Really?

Him?

Now?

Earth, swallow me please.

"What's going on?" His voice is not clipped as before.

"Lea wants to go to Venecia." They tell him.

I sense his gaze toward me directly.

"Don't let her go." He pronounces.

WTF.

"Could you shut up?" I shout.

"Lea¡ Not bad words here¡" Richard reminds me.

"I don't care anymore¡" I stand up, angry. "He's a fucking liar..."

I want to cry.

I want to cry so hard...

"You said you would go with me... and I believed you." My voice is low than it usually is. "And of course, you are a fucking liar, with big letters¡ You said you were my friend¡ You said you were going to find positive thoughts for me¡"

I feel a single tear running down my face.

His expression is nonsense.

He shrugs.

I'm waning.

"Lucas¡ You saved me¡ And now... you are telling me that all of that was fake? That all of that was from my fucking imagination?"

He doesn't response.

"Don't ever talk to me again." I take my things and walk out.

Why it hurts this much?

HEART: Maybe because he's not the person you thought he became.