Chapter 17

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Kevin

"Oh you broke my cock, enough" I did not want to scream at her, but fuck she takes them out of me, it's been screaming at me for an hour

She looks at me, her eyes fill with tears and she stares at me with an incinerating look.

-Maybe I exaggerated- I think

"No Katia, wait I didn't mean to say that" Bitch I was wrong

"Listen Kevin, maybe I'm not the perfect girl but I definitely don't deserve to be treated like you are treating me"

I have never seen her so emotional but she is right, she is absolutely right, it is as if all of a sudden I was no longer the good boy I was used to being

Then she resumes "Kevin, tell me sincerely, what's wrong? Since we returned from the disco you are strange" now she is neither angry nor sad she is alone, confused and I owe her some explanations.

"I don't know either, but in reality it is as if I no longer feel the passion I had for you, I.l mean it is not that I don't love you anymore, I love you and so much but for you I only feel affection right now, the same  affection that I can feel for a sister, I no longer feel ... "-I breathe deeply and then I continue-" love "

Here, I said I no longer feel love for her.

"Ok, I understand. Goodbye Kevin" she gets up, takes her bag and goes to the door of my house then stops for another moment, turns to me and looking at me in the eyes she asks me "At least we can remain friends?"

"Excellent friends"

Then she comes to meet me, we hug eachother.  I have to admit, I'll miss this crazy girl.

"It was nice as long as it lasted"

Then she leaves.

I am left alone.

Wrapped in silence.

With only my thoughts in mind.

Thoughts about that girl.

I take the phone, on Instagram I look for the disco page, I look for her among the following, and I finally understand what is her name.

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Hi guys here is chapter seventeen.

I hope you like it, sorry for the delay in publication.

Altea

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