I came out of my room and went to his just to watch him lying on the bed looking out the window. I crossed my arm and thought seriously about sending him to therapy.
He hadn't taken a shower since his death and barely ate. He doesn't move, he doesn't even watch TV or something.
"Are you going to be there, in silence like a creep or are you going to say something?" He said turning his body to see me.
"I was wondering...when are you taking a shower?"
"I should, shouldn't I? I was thinking the same. But I... I don't know, I can't make me do it. I think I should go out of this bed but... then suddenly I don't want to. Here it's too comfortable. Here I have anxiety under control. If I go out, I will have to do things, and I don't want to do them. It's like, I don't care about anything. I don't have a reason to exist anymore."
"Come on, Mitch, you have plenty for what to live for," I say kneeling by his side.
"Everyone says that. But it's not true."
"If everyone says that, maybe you should reconsider. "
"You talk like them but you know nothing, Jon Snow."
"Care to explain what it's that I don't know, Ygritte?" He smiled.
"I always said to him, that he should choose his career based on the income because I was going to be an expensive housewife. I told him that as a joke right before he kissed me for the first time. We were 14, just kids, but he kissed me again and told me he was going to build me a great house for us and our five children but that I had to learn to cook because he didn't want our kids eating sandwiches every day like in our homes because our parents couldn't cook not for even to save a life. They were just jokes, and we were kids but... But somehow, unconsciously we ended up in architecture and gastronomy and we silently knew that were doomed. Like... We... We finally knew how serious we were. I can sing, maybe the market in Mexico can't accept me yet but I know how talented I am. I could come here, kick Toddrick Hall in the ass and sing as a drag queen as a way of living. But I didn't, I didn't because I wanted something better and unique and marvelous. I chose him as my way of living, that's the only thing I needed. And honestly, now without him, I can affirm with no doubts that to breathe is overrated."
"You think that?"
"I feel it in my bones."
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Love in Chipilo-Drabbles Scomiche
FanfictionScott's parents decided to retire in Mexico and chose Chipilo to live. He, in the middle of his 30's years old crisis and with nothing better to do goes and help his parents with the new house. One night Scott loved a boy married with the night, bu...
