Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 37

TODAY, APRIL 19TH, WAS YASSEF'S BIRTHDAY.

We haven't talked since then. Well, maybe 'not talking at all' is a little exaggerated since we live together but we haven't bonded for two weeks till his birthday. Ever since he confronted me that day in the kitchen, I've tried to keep my distance because I understand how he feels but at the same time, I still need a little bit more time to recover.

This only made Yassef a little more mad and I know this because we were back to square one, in the beginning when he didn't exactly like me or care about me. Sometimes he would ask me though, if he was going to Starbucks, what I would like to drink. Sometimes he would also just talk to me about how my day was, which lasted about two to three minutes and that was all.

Honestly, that's all.

I don't want to say that I'm too shy to tell him how I felt about his last confrontation. It's just that every time I felt like saying something about it, it came out wrong and I didn't want to risk the chance if maybe starting another argument.

We tried to make ourselves believe our relationship was going fine. We would take walks in the park, tension between us. He would drive me places, tension in the car. We'd talk about our day, dry conversations. There was something in the room, something as big as elephant and I just want to clear the air about everything.

All because I couldn't talk to everyone since...since that guy.

I just couldn't.

But today was his birthday and I tried to make myself believe that no matter what I was going through or why my anti social self wanted to do, I had to put it aside. I've never celebrated Yassef's birthday before. Today would be the first time.

I woke up that morning to an empty bed. I was a little disappointed before I saw a text message saying that he would be hanging out with his friends all day.

I didn't know if I should get him a gift or not. I didn't exactly know what he wanted. But I knew that staying home isn't a way of trying to appreciate someone on the day they were born. Yassef deserves a huge party with expensive lights and expensive things and he deserves expensive presents and expensive lifestyles. I can't stay home. It's just not—right.

I decided to go to the mall to get him something. I was thinking maybe a sweater. A black one, since he loves black hoodies. Or maybe I could get him an album of his favorite artist, Juice Wrld.

Or maybe I can just...I don't know.

All I know is that for the last two weeks, our communication subsided. Today that's going to be different. I'll hope it is.

I walked in a few stores, looking at some of their sweaters. I went into some music sections, some hoodies areas.

I did see a lot of things that Yassef would like I just didn't know what exactly he would want. Until I came across this store selling a very good smelling cologne. It was manly and it was—wow. If I imagined Yassef smelling like this, I'd be sleeping in a cloud of loud.

I decided to grab the beautiful French cologne. It was about a hundred, designer, regular prices. I even caught sight of this watch, a gold one. The gold was obviously fake but the shimmer in it caught my eye and I was immediately obsessed knowing how much Yassef wears watches. It doesn't have to be real for him to like it. He just will.

I continued to walk through some stores. Should I get him food too? I know he won't be back until like eight at night but it wouldn't hurt to get him a little drink maybe?

He's probably already eating with his friends.

Maybe he isn't.

I don't know if I should take my chances. If he ended up eating already with his friends, I could eat his food for him. After all, I need to gain a little more weight. I've lost so much.