ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

１０. Ｃｈｒｉｓ

When I leaned against the wall next to her small body, I did not dare to move closer, leaving a safe distance between us. I wanted to catch her eye on me, but Thea looked right in front of her, pursing her lips. Her neat profile and slightly upturned nose evoked an unusual feeling of painful tenderness in my chest. And I wanted to laugh it off, pat her on the head, scold her for credulity, scream that she didn't even have the right to think I could leave her.

The catch was that this was exactly what I intended to do. Awkward.

"When were you going to say?"

It's unlikely that I would have found the strength to start a conversation so I was grateful for the question. It's not easy to pick words when you try to say that you decided to escape like a coward.

"Today?"

And even though I sounded unconvincing, it was true. I would not fly away without saying goodbye.

Thea clasped her fingers in the lock, leaning her head back and resting it against the wall. I peevishly examined her, as if still trying to memorize every little detail. It's even a pity that to remember something, you need to forget it first.

Larsen has bitten all her fingernails again, although lately she had a neat manicure. Fortunately, she did not touch her hair, although she often made some changes when experienced emotional upheaval, I would not be surprised if this morning it were blonde.

Turning away, I recalled how I saw her in the ring of Nilsen's hands, how his palm lifted a sweater on her lower back, how he stared at her neck. I should've left marks on it. Even more unfortunate was that I dropped by the school for documents this morning: I could ask to send me scans, and I wouldn't see this touching scene. Probably little Thea felt guilty for giving herself up to me this weekend without regrets, albeit driven by the pills, and then she also swore love under the influence of the hangover. I knew Larsen, and I was almost sure that her drug intoxication was only the tip of the iceberg, but still the fact that she was so calm after just a day basking in the hands of her boyfriend again led to certain thoughts.

However, I would not start a fight. First, it's even for the best: I'm leaving to Stockholm, and she would not be alone here. Second, it gave me confidence that I was doing the right thing. If she manages without me, then I can manage without her.

"We've been calling each other best friends for two years now, but for some reason, William, who you haven't talked to recently, finds out about your decision earlier than me".

She looked at me for the first time after we started the conversation. And I gasped. Her eyelashes were too long, and her lips were too bitten as if asking for caress of my tongue. Her cheekbones were too high: she lost weight again. Her eyes were too brown, beautiful, too in love. And her hair clung to her forehead. I wanted to touch her so much that my palms were burning, but I just sat there and tried to get rid of the rope that pulled my throat.

"William has two advantages over you."

Look away, don't look at her. Otherwise, you'll stay.

"I did not fuck him. And he's not the reason for me leaving."

Larsen was furious. She jumped up to look fiercely down at me and saddle my hips. She was sexy in her anger, she squeezed my jaw with her fingers, scratching my skin with bitten nails, however not causing any discomfort at all.

"Did I displease you, huh? That's why you're dumping me? I didn't fuss over you enough? Or maybe you're angry because I never sucked you? Then just wait a little, you'll get everything you want," the little snake tried to come closer to me, but I restrained her with my hand.