Germangie

Nothing is impossible

I recognized the way my waist was grabbed. German.

I relaxed. I suddenly didn't feel angry anymore, everything was perfect.

'What are you doing here?'

'Is he your boyfriend?'

'First, my question.'

We both whispered with a calm voice.

'I need you to forgive me, Angie, eventhough I won't forgive myself. I know you don't deserve me.'

'You are with Esmeralda.'

'That doesn't mean that I really want that.'

I gasped. I still stood with my back to him and he put his head a bit on my shoulder to talk into my ear.

'You married her, that says enough.'

'No it doesn't. Marrying is just a piece of paper, and really wanting to be with someone means that you truly love that person.'

'So you don't love her? Then why staying with her if you don't want to stay?'

'Because it hurts less.'

'Then what?'

'Not being with you. So one last time, is he your boyfriend?'

'I am not done, yet. If you wanted to be with me so badly, then why push me away?'

'It is like you said, it is impossible to be with you.'

'Nothing is impossible if you really want it.'

I walked out of his tight and looked to the wall, I stared at a picture of us with Violetta, Olga and Ramallo.

There was a silence.

I broke it.

'You said that I need to turn the page so we should.'

'I actually never did.'

'Don't lie. You kissed her, probably had sex, I don't care. You found it more important for her to be with Violetta than me. You told her that you didn't care about me.'

'Angie, what did I have to do differently then?' I turned around because his voice suddenly changed. He was almost crying.

'When you told me that you and Pablo were together again, I let my chance flow away. I needed someone to make me feel less alone, I don't know. Nothing was the same without you. I am so sorry, that I reacted so mad at you when I found out who you really were.I took some time to progress that but then you said that with Pablo and you left, and I thought that Esmeralda could help Violetta when you weren't there... and everything went so fast. I was so lost.'

I didn't know what to do, and it broke my heart seeing him cry. I didn't know what to do so I said the words of which I was sure they would help.

'I forgive you.'

I hugged him and I felt how his body was shivering.

He pulled his arms around my waist again.

'Esmeralda knew I loved you. I left the house, not because I was with Pablo. But because she threatened me to leave, she wanted you so badly and she saw me as a threat. She eliminated me.'

'What?'

'I tried to tell you so many times, but you didn't listen.'

'I was just that, you didn't want me, I thought that because you were with Pablo but you were still interfering with my life. It made me confused and mad. I wanted to move on but you pulled me back.'

'I always told you you deserved better.'

Then I asked the question that had been in my head.

'Why the whole Jeremias thing tho?'

'I am so sorry I spied on you but I couldn't cope with Esmeralda the whole day, knowing you were with Pablo the whole day at the same place. I couldn't lose you.'

I was tired standing so I went to sit on the bench. My phone went.

It was Violetta.

'It is Violetta.'

'Don't answer.'

'What? Why not? Maybe something happened?'

'No, she wants to know where I am. I will text her not to worry.'

'Are you staying in the same room?'

'Not the same room but the same hotel. I am on a honeymoon, remember?'

'Yeah. So how is your honeymoon with your wife?'

'Perfect.'

'Alright.'

'But not as perfect as you.'

I blushed.

It still hurted knowing he was married to Esmeralda. But it was good to know that he still cared about me and that we talked about almost everything. It was like we were friends again, and not each other enemies.

German stood up.

'German, what is wrong?'

'Nothing. I was just inspecting your apartment, can I have a look?'

'Sure.' I also stood up and followed him.

He smiled when he saw a picture of us, and then Maria and a baby picture of Violetta.

Then he walked to my room. We said nothing. He closed the door.

'German what-'

'Is he your boyfriend?'

'No.' I looked confused at him.

He lifted me up and throw us on my bed.

'Aaaaaaaah German!'

I didn't have the chance to say more. He kissed me with so much passion. He lied on the top of me so I couldn't go anywhere else, and I didn't want to. He kissed me so long and he didn't stop. Sometimes he was getting a little bit wild, as if he had been craving to kiss me for years, and I loved it. We didn't stop.