The Forbidden Manual// Denis Stoff

f o r t y - s e v e n

And now there, I had the image of them both kissing, was not easy to erase from my mind and the stake from my heart as well; I had to fight against that thought, drown it in some hole in my mind and like that take it to the forgotten, but the more I fought the more I lost and theyd become sharper in my head.

It hurt me a lot and I didn't understand how much pain could fit into my heart; even if it couldn't take it, it was something that accumulated more and more until it made my heart a heavy organ and then collapse on my feet, leaving an empty space in the hollow of my chest. And it hurt, hurt so much.

I woke up begging to God not to bump into Denis, until now, half the day through, he hadn't shown a sign of life.

I decided to go out, that way, if Denis looked for me he wouldn't find me at the apartment. Turning my phone off, just in case.

The cool air hit my face, while I tried protecting my hands in the pockets of my coat. The month of December had begun and with it, a southern cold. I walked through streets I already knew and arrived to familiar places that I had once been enjoying their food. The day was spent this day, but the pain of the day before was still there, some place in my interior, waiting for a careless mistake to give up. Curiosity invaded me as soon as I remembered Dasha, and in an attempt to decipher that dilema, I turned on my phone and called Kirs number.

"Hello?"

"Kir, hey" I muttered.

"Hey, Kenadee."

"Do you have time to talk?"

"Course, what's wrong?"

"It's what I want to know, Kir. There's something with Dasha, I know it. I heard her talking to you the other day in the morning" I confessed.

"Oh." There was a silence after what he said. Silence like that was never good.

"Kir? If you know something, tell me, please." I pleaded.

"She's worried." He said hoarsely.

"Worried about what?"

"Kenadee, she isn't dumb. The changes in Denis actitud hurt her."

"What do you mean?" I ask, I was on the edge of falling in confusion.

"That she's aware that Denis isn't the same. That has affection seems to be gone and belongs to someone else."

I opened my eyes wide.

"Someone else?" I swallowed hard.

"Denis pays more attention to you than his own girlfriend, Kenadee. Thats obvious." he said, with a stern voice.

"But..." I didn't credit what my ears were hearing, even though I had imagined.0 "I don't" I stuttered.

"Listen, Kenadee. I know you're a good person, I know you'd be incapable of hurting your best friend, and I know Denis as well, he would never hurt someone intentionally. But together, you guys seems to forget about that." he said.

"But I don't..."

"I just ask you not to hurt her." He interrupts me. "She left because I reassured her that there was nothing wrong, that Denis had moments like that and I convinced her that this trip would relax her, and told her to think about it."

"You didnt tell her that..."

"Of course not. But I beg you, dont hurt her, the last time you guys were being obvious."

"The last time?"

"Sunday, Dasha told me she saw you guys dancing and that laid out the speculations she had denied herself. She's sure Denis looked happier dancing with you than...with her."

"What...what did you tell her?" I asked, with my heart in pieces.

"That she was crazy. But be aware of what I told you, Kenadee. What's worth more? A friendship from your whole life or a forbidden love?"

I stayed silent, the answer was obvious. Dasha was like a sister.

"I have to hang up. I let me know. I hope you do nothing wrong or anything happen."

"Thanks, Kir."

"I wasn't supposed to tell you, but Dasha." He stayed silent.

"I understand, thanks." I repeat, with the thread of voice I barely had.

Ending the call and instantly, noticing I had a missed call. It was from Denis. My heart pain-ly begged to help him. Suffering, suffering badly. I turned off my phone before another call could come through and I hid it to the bottom of my purse.

This was very bad and it was a weight I couldn't handle. I walked wanting to lose myself, wishing clumsy that my feet would unstick from the cement and take me flying to another planet, and disappear.

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