The first days, it was fine. It was the last week of my internship. I went to work and in the evenings Noel and I cooked and ate on the balcony. We invited Elia but she didn't want to come. Then the weekend came, and she didn't answer my text.
I felt heartbroken. Even though my heart wasn't the one that got broken.
I didn't leave my bedroom for two days. Noel was understanding, bringing me homemade lemonade and something to eat every few hours. When Noel came home on Monday and saw me sitting on the balcony, a little smile appeared on his face. He thought it was getting better.
But it didn't.
By Tuesday, I had called Elia 12 times. I desperately wanted to give her time, but I kept calling. And then I decided to go to her house.
Noel put his arms around me. "Are you sure?"
I felt uncomfortable. I couldn't remember one moment in the last year I had felt uncomfortable around Noel. I squirmed out of his hug.
"Yes."
I rang the doorbell.
"Hello?"
"Elia? It's me. Please open up."
It was quiet for long enough that I thought about ringing the bell for another time. Then the door buzzed. I took a deep breath.
I thought about what I would say once I reached the end of the stairs, but nothing came to mind.
"Hi," I said, unimaginatively.
"Hi," Elia said back.
She held open the door and I went inside. She went to her room and sat down on the bed. I sat down on the chair.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Okay."
I nodded. What exactly was my plan?
"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Okay."
I tapped with my fingers on my leg.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Yeah, sure."
We sat on her bed, our legs five inches apart. We watched Queer Eye. She even laughed sometimes. I was relieved at those moments, but whenever I looked over at her, her face was stone.
When we stood at the door, I again didn't know what to say.
"Thanks for letting me come in."
"Yeah, sure."
"Maybe we can do it again this weekend?"
"I don't think so."
Ouch.
"I don't know if I can be friends with you. At least not now. I'm gonna text you, okay?" Then she closed the door.
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Bizarre Love Triangle (lgbtq+)
Kısa HikayeElia is 20 years old and has a smile like Julia Roberts. She comes from a Jewish family and wears a pair of butchy basketball shorts most of the time. Noel is the youngest of three children. His smile is shy and lovely. He is a booklover and paints...
