I can't help thinking about that boy, he messed up my stomach and, even worse, my head.
"What's wrong?" Andrea asks me while with the straw makes noise after he has finished the last sip of Blue Angel.
"I don't know, I feel strange"
"It's all evening that you've been feeling strange since we entered"
"I know but now I feel stranger than before"
"You drank and took drugs, it is strange that you are still so sad and, above all, lucid"
"I know" I answer dryly, usually I'm worn out, not tonight.
"Look, Federico came down from the back, he doesn't risk dying anymore, you can be calm" he says laughing but in reality you can see a kilometer away who is worried about me
"I know but ... oh fuck I'll tell you" -I wanted to stay calm instead I frowned- "while I was trying to pull Federico down, a boy approached me, he was beautiful, very beautiful and he made me a compliment but as if he was embarrassed, I heard him but he whispered it he didn't want me to hear it "then I stop
"And what did you do?" Andrea asks me, while with a lot of nonchalance he takes another glass of Blue Angel in his hand, he came back calm because he understood that I had nothing serious and because he expects the usual answer of the type "Nothing, I looked at him and I am taken to the bathroom "and instead that evening I had not done so at all.
"I ... I blushed then I had an absurd stomach ache that I hadn't felt for four years now and even now I have this annoyance" I look down, Andrea expected everything but certainly not this answer and in fact, as soon as he heard these words, he spat the cocktail in the sun.
"A- Aurora, you're not going to fall in love, are you?" He asks me, as if he were worried that something might happen to me
"N- No I don't think, I can't fall in love anymore, I don't know how to do it anymore ..." I still look down
I was lying to myself knowing I was lying.
"Aurora, please be careful, I don't want to see you suffer again"
"Trust me, I don't want to suffer any more either" I answer him while from the table in front of us I take a glass of prosecco and I bring it to my mouth, I need alcohol to kill the butterflies that turn in my belly and also those that turn me ahead.
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Hi guys, this is the eleventh chapter.
I hope you like this chapter a little more dialogical than usual.
Altea
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