5 months later
I'm standing outside the coffeeshop. I'm nervous. I feel sad and stressed. I can see the entrance from where I'm standing. I've been staring at that door for almost 20 minutes now. Everytime it opens, every muscle in my body freezes.
Then, I see him. He opens the glass door and I can feel my face turning red. My palms get sweaty and my knees are weak. He comes closer and my medical condition only gets worse.
'Hey!', he says with that stunning smile on his face. My heart melts as he kisses my cheek.
'You okay, baby?'
'Yeah', I quickly reply.
There's a silence. He looks at me, a bit confused.
'Shall we.. go inside..?', he asks.
I nod. We enter and get our coffee and frappuccino.
As we sit down, next to the window, he tells me about his day. I don't listen. I think about how and when I'll say what I want to tell him. I've been thinking about it quite often lately. It's time. Time to tell him.
'and so I went up to her and I sai-'
'I have to ask you something', I interrupt him.
'Um.. okay. What's up?'
He looks at me with his beautiful, big brown eyes. I usually get lost in them, but not today. I try not to focus on them.
'What do you think about our relationship?'
'I.. um..'
'Be honest! Please.'
He thinks.
'I don't really know what to say...'
'It's just that.. I've been getting a lot of criticism on our relation. People saying things like:' Your relationship is weird' and 'Why are you even a couple?' and I wanted to know what you think.'
'I'd say:' let those people think what they want' Don't care about them! Care about us and what you think.'
'That's the problem. I don't know what to think.'
He looks a little shocked.
I have to tell him NOW!
'I really like you a lot, but I have the feeling you don't feel the same.'
'I like you too. I mean, not A LOT but I like you. You're very nice and fun, but I don't really feel anything special when I'm around you..'
He looks at me, still with that smile on his face. Like he just gave me a compliment or something like that.
My heart breaks in 2 pieces. He... Doesn't love me? But... We've been together for 3 months now... All this time.. it was just a lie!? He fooled me!? He used me! He... He lied...
I try to keep calm and say:' Then, don't you think it's better if we just stay friends?'
'Yeah, sounds good to me.'
He smiles even more now. The way he said that makes my heart shatter into a thousand little pieces. All the butterflies I felt every time we talked, texted or touched, die. I feel like a dementor passed by and sucked all the happiness out of my body. Just like that. It's all over. And he is sitting there, with the biggest smile on his face. Staring at me. I have no idea what to do.
'So anyway, as I was saying: I went up to her and said..'
He talks like nothing happened. He just continues his story. He.. doesn't care... At all..
'I have to go now', I say. I get up. I stare into his eyes one last time. 'Bye Michael.'
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Dreams Do Come True
Ficción GeneralA 14-year old girl has big dreams. She wants to go to America, but not everyone is very supportive. She has some trouble at home, at school and with herself, but she'll do anything to make her dream come true.
