That Bitch..

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My flight back was on Sunday night at eleven. We were going to the main house to have breakfast with Max's friends. I did not feel very comfortable around his friends. They were all much older than I and I was having a feeling that they were looking at me like I'm some little stupid and naive girl. Mostly the women, who were giving me those super sweet smiles, but they did not talk to me at all.

After the breakfast we went to the tennis court where Max and his friends were playing. They had some mach. I was sitting a side from everybody watching Max playing doubles with Monique..They  were laughing. I felt like I traveled back in time to my New Year's night. Monique came closer to him, touched his back and whispered something funny in his ear - it had to be funny cause he was laughing hard. When I taught that the mach is over, he switched the sides and he was playing with his ex Lourdes against Cecilia - young fashion model - as she presented herself to me and Linn - who was some photographer. I watched Monique watching Max.

Finally around twelve they were done playing. Max went to take a shower and then we left to the garden party in Linn's house loser to the downtown.

I was bored at the party. Max was busy talking to his friends - mostly women - a I was standing by myself on the balcony. The time on my watch was 4 pm..We've been here for awhile. I was hoping that me and Max will spend some time alone..

"Hey," Monique approached me with the glass of the rose in her hand.

We talked for few minutes. "I heard that you are leaving tonight.."

"Yes, I do."

"Ohh.." She tried to look like she care. "Well, I hope we will meet soon again. And don't worry I will keep eye on him for you." She winged and walked away. Keep eye on him? The fact that he will stay few more days was making me sick.

After plate of sushi and salad I was walking to the Max, who was standing in the group of the people. I was trying to tell him that I will have to leave soon and I would like to have some time alone with him, but he did not care really.

"Give me ten minutes.." He whispered in my hair when he gave me a kiss. Ten minutes turned in to couple of hours and when I walked to him again he was sitting at the table looking drunk.

"Max..Can we leave now?" I sat on the empty chair next to him.

"Are you bored?"

"I'm leaving today.."

"I know.."

"I taught we can spend some time alone, before I leave.." He was looking at me without any face expression.

We walked outside in to the garden. He wanted to say good-bay to Linn. There was nice area with the fountain and rose bushes where we stopped. He sat on the bench and i sat next to him. Sun was going down and its golden light was blinding me.

"When will I see you again?" I asked carefully. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I will miss you.." I said. I was trying to not say that , but it was stronger than I.

He touched my face and smiled at me. "You are very beautiful and very young women.."

Something in his voice made me little nervous.

"Michaela..I can not give you what are you looking for..If you and me will meet in ten years, but not now.."

"What you mean?"

"I like you..a lot, but I'm not in love with you."  This words got burned into my heart. It did hurt a lot and it was hard for me to face that. I was sitting there looking at him, while he took his ringing cell phone from his pocket and answered. Yes, he told me this and then he answered his cell phone and talked to somebody in Portuguese language.

I stood up and walked away, before i entered the house I looked back..he was still sitting there, talking on his cell phone. I took a taxi back to the house and packed my bags. I was crying..I was hurt..and I was hoping that he will show up in the door to say good-bye or something sweet..something i actually want to hear..He did not. I was waiting alone, sitting on the sofa until 8 p.m. and he did not come.

On my way to the airport I wanted to call him..I almost dialed his number, but I did not. I did not care that there was a dark outside - i put my sunglasses on, so nobody can see my puffy red eyes..

As the plane landed on the Capital's airport my eyes were dry out from crying.