Veronica is just a regular girl. A girl with big dreams for a perfect future. A girl who craved finding true love and not just the idea of it. A girl with friends who were family to her. A girl who had nothing special to tell you about her life, unt...
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"Will I be termed as nosy if I ask you what's wrong?" Julian asked, after a few minutes.
I don't even know this guy, why would I tell him about my fucked up family situation. But then again, not knowing him, made him the perfect person I could vent to. Without being judged or recognized. He knew my name, that's all. What could be the harm in that?
"My parents." I sighed and told him everything; the fights, the constant hate they throw at each other, and then, me, stuck amidst all of it. Alone.
"Ah! I get it. But honestly, it could be worse you know? My parents were exactly like that or maybe worse."
"What happened then? Did it get any better?"
"No. They are getting a divorce soon. My dad...he cheated on my mom, it's complicated..." he trailed off, looking away in the distance.
Damn.
I couldn't imagine what I would do if my parents would get a divorce, or worse if I found out that one of them was cheating on the other.
"Trust me it gets worse if they stop fighting. It's like they have given up on each other," he continued, when I didn't say anything.
I didn't know what to say to him. Because nothing I say would really matter. Saying that I was sorry seemed vain, and definitely didn't seem like something he would want to hear right now, so I settled on, "Thank you."
"For what?" He raised an eyebrow in question.
"Just... For being here right now. Trusting me enough and talking to me," I answered, honestly.
"It's fine. It's actually nice to talk to someone about it."
We just sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
"So are you from AVM high?" I asked.
"No, wait. Don't. Let's just keep it to Veronica and Julian," he said.
"Huh?" I gave him a confused look.
"It's easier to vent to a stranger, who doesn't really know anything about you or where you come from. No judgments. No complications." He looked at me expectantly
"So you are suggesting, that we should be two strangers who confide in each other, while we keep our identities a secret? Wait, you're not from some mafia family or involved in some illegal, creepy stuff right?" I asked, half-joking
He sighed. "No. No, I'm not. Look what I mean is, if we start with the formal introductions, we won't be strangers anymore. You'll know me and I'll know you, common friends will pop out and then it will be like 'oh, what a small world'. Then I will end up being the same Julian I am all year. Why do that, when we could be anyone around each other?"
This just got interesting.
"Makes sense, we could talk about anything without being judged. Cause hey! You don't even know me," I said, laughing.
"Exactly! So, deal?" he asked, extending a hand.
"Deal." I took his hand and we shook on it. We sat there for a while, talking and bitching about our lives, giving and taking advice, or sometimes just listening and letting each other vent. I couldn't remember the last time I had been so comfortable spilling my guts out. It felt...nice. Freeing.
"Alright, this has been great but I gotta go now." He stood up.
"Goodbye stranger." I smiled at him.
"Until we meet again." He grinned and left.
I thought of asking him his number, but the thought of not knowing anything about him or when we will meet next or if we will ever meet again, seemed much more exciting.
When I came back home, Dad was nowhere to be seen and mom had already turned in for the night- a sign that she wanted to be left alone, which was almost always the case.
I grabbed some leftovers from the fridge and heated them up for dinner. I had my dinner alone, again. Later, I got to my room and changed into my PJs, brushed my teeth and got into my bed. All the while Julian's words from earlier constantly echoed in my head, over and over again in a loop.
