THE STORYBOOK

H7: PART 2 (ENGLISH)

A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATER...

Earth groaned while leaving, once again, his mobile phone on his office table without being able to talk to Night.

While being unable to tell the young man that ... that he shouldn't wait for him in order to have dinner as... as he have already plans.

With his ex... with Sam.

"Although he may not care at all ..." he though as he sighed sadly. After all... it had been days since he had been able to talk to his roommate.

The truth was that, since he had met that man called Xiu during an outing with his friends, he had not stopped at home ... he was always out.

"I'm going to the playroom with Xiu and the other boys of the group ..."

"I will spend the weekend in the capital ... accompanying Xiu during his competition"

Xiu over here ... Xiu over there ... Night didn't seem to know how to say anything else!

There was not a single day in which the boy did not mention that new friend of his and ... even if he didn't want to admit it ... Earth was at his limit.

He could not endure to hear that name come out of the young man's lips one more time.. nor that, every time he called, he would always end up in a good mood and with a wide smile on his face.

"Before it was me the one who made him smile like that ...", he thought as he looked, without seeing, towards the papers that were in front of him.

But the worst part, no doubt, was that the little time he had with Night, was now occupied by Sam. The man had ended calling him again ... appearing at his workplace with any excuse ... and with the firm intention of wooing him again.

And he had let him do it...

In the beginning it was true that he had not dared to go near the apartment he had been sharing with Sam ... not only because of all the pain he was still feeling while remembering a place that had been so important for him ... with so many memories that ...that  after what it had happened that night ... now they were marred by deception and disappointment ...

The sofa on which they had shared many afternoons and evenings ...

The table where they had dinner and breakfast every morning for so many years together ...

Thousands of images that ... that were now mixed with what he had seen ... with his doubts. With his idea that, on the contrary to what he had been thinking all that time, Sam had been sharing their special place with many other people ... With all his lovers.

No ... nothing would be the same ... at least not for him ... but, another reason he hadn't wanted to go there was for fear of having to face a scene like the one that had almost destroyed him.

He didn't want to face such a thing once again ... at least not until he had the strength to do it.

And yet ... what had happened after arming himself with courage and going there, had ended being  much worse ...

After all, he never even imagined that Sam would have been waiting for him there, with a huge bouquet of flowers and all his closest family and friends, to congratulate him on his return.

As the idiot, obviously, had not even noticed his presence at their flat that damm night ... being, of course, so busy fucking around with his lover.