The guy, Lionel, kept driving while I was looking out of the window praying to get to my parents' in one piece.
"So...are you new here? In Barcelona?" he spoke. Shit. I liked the silence.
"Depends on." I mumbled and noticed him furrowing his eyebrows. Taking a deep breath, I continued:
"I was born here, but lived far far away for a long time." I replied carefully not to give too much away.
"What brought you back?" he asked making me gulp hardly. That's no one's business.
I was about to say something to that when a song that's written into my heart came on the radio. I switched it off quickly. Way too quickly to be exact.
"Sorry. I-I shouldn't have done that...it's your car. Sorry." I apologized. He shook his head as no after sending me a doubtious look.
"To the left?" he mused changing the topic. I nodded my head and that was pretty much the only conversation we had.
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"It's Friday, Sofia, so maybe...we could hang out today? Sister-brother time?" Marcel suggested while we were having the dinner. I smiled sadly and shook my head.
"I...don't feel like it, sorry." I refused and took a sip of the water.
"You should go, Sof. It'd bring you to completely different thoughts." dad didn't give up. My mom knows me, and so she let everyone in the room know this was way too much by sighing loudly.
"Dad, I don't really need other thoughts, thanks." I snapped. Closing my eyes, I took a shaky breath. This was across the line too.
"Sorry." I murmured and stood up.
"Where are you going, honey?" mom noted. Pull your shits together for at last one minute, Sofia Clara.
"To my bedroom. The food was delicious." I posed and tried to smile at them.
"Goodnight." I said and walked away. Barcelona? Doesn't feel like home at all.
10 pm
After hearing a knock on the door, I doubted whether to pretend being asleep or answering.
"Yeah?" I groaned. Judged by the shadow, I knew it's Marcel coming in.
"Not asleep yet?" he mused closing the door behind himself. I shook my head as no as he switched the lamp on the bedside table on.
"You didn't go out?" I asked softly. He smiled and sat down on the bed.
"Nope. I wanted to be at home. You're kinda precious to me now, big sis." he quipped making himself giggle. However, it didn't make me laugh. Marcel sighed and lied down. It feels like the old times. When we were a tandem who nobody could tear apart.
"Right now, are you missing America or him?" he posed gently touching my hand.
"Him. But also San Fran." I replied and smiled lightly after imagining him.
"I'd give anything to see him one last time. Talk to him. Hear his voice." I whispered. I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. I promised myself not to cry today. Oops.
"That's impossible. But you'll always have a part of him on you." he said. I curled into a bowl and pressed my head against his chest.
"Never ever fall in love this hard, Marcel." I ordered making him chuckle. I kept sobbing into his T-shirt while he was running his fingers through my hair. This was exactly what I needed. Just a little chat about how I feel. No fairytales about how better it'll get. Just the truth.
A week later
"We left to do some groceries and we return to an empty house. This is a bit insane, Sofia, don't you think?" mom exclaimed after I'd answered the call.
"I decided I wanna take the boxes of clothes here so that there's only furniture to take care of tomorrow." I explained after getting off the car. I made it. I drived. Are you proud of me, Chris?
"Sofia. You should've waited. Dad or Marcel would come too and help you." mom groaned. I opened the truck and took a deep breath. There's a lot to be done.
"Well, I didn't feel like waiting anymore. I can do this, mom, stay calm." I demanded.
"I'll come back later. Bye." I said and hung up.
After lifting up 2 boxes at once, I rolled my eyes. I'd use a spare pair of hands. Taking it to the front door after locking my car, I shook my head. It'd take million years to get 10 heavy boxes upstairs this way. But what else do I have left?
I walked to my car again and opened the truck. Only 5 more left. Damn. My back hurts. A lot. A lot a lot a lot. I kept staring at them hoping that somehow they'd get themselves there. Placing a hand on my lower back, I cursed in my head. "Don't lift anything heavy, madam. Your body isn't ready for it yet." Yes, doctor, I get it.
After returning to the 4 boxes, I placed a hand on my back again deciding that I need at least 5 minutes off. Sitting down into the truck, I made sure not to hit my head. Can you see, Chris? I'm going insade. You're probably laughing at me now. God, how I miss that sound. I noticed a car stopping by me making me pay some attention.
"You again?" the guy who almost knocked me down a week ago squealed after seeing me. I smirked and looked away. He probably thinks I'm some kind of a psycho.
"Yes." I confirmed looking at him again. He smiled and shook his head. Without a word, he started driving again. How polite...
"Why are you sitting in a truck?" the man spoke loudly making me jump lightly what lead to hitting my head.
"Ouch." I called out in pain rubbing my head. Damn it. Why the hell is this happening to me?
"You alright? Sofi?" Lionel exclaimed.
"I had a strong concussion about 7 months ago, so no, I'm not alright." I yelled. Taking a deep breath, I felt his hand settling on my shoulder. I can't snap at people like this .
"Can you look at me?" he mused referring to my closed eyes. I nodded and slowly looked at him.
"Fine. Cool." he mumbled. It sounds like he's reassuring more himself than me.
"I think we should see a doctor, Sofi." he noted making me shake my head as no pretty quickly.
"No. No doctors. I'll be fine. I'll get upstairs and drink some water." I rambled. He sighed and looked up at the building.
"Okay, I'm coming with you tho." he warned me.
"Why?" I squealed with furrowed eyebrows. Damn. The high pitched voice hurt my brain too.
"Because you shared some pretty interesting news. For example, a strong concussion? I don't need you to collapse and have someone found you tomorrow when you're dead." he explained thoughtfully. Nobody should play with death. I'm letting him come with me just because of you, Chris. I know you'd be angry with me if I wouldn't take care of myself properly.
I hopped off the truck with his help and took some time to catch my balance.
"And you're asking why I don't wanna leave you by yourself." Lionel commented.
"My name's not Sofi, but Sofia by the way." I muttered making him chuckle.
"Sofi is a nickname." he posed. Who are you to give me nicknames?
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