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CHAPTER 27
Mozart – Porgi, amor (The Marriage of Figaro)

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Es brought me my cigarettes today. she barely met my eyes as she slipped them into my hand in a careful and gentle manner.

i like Esmerelda, despite her being our maid. we overlook our differences and we are both gentle and careful. that is strong.

"thank you."

"you're welcome. would you like to come downstairs?"

"no."

Es watched me empty the cigarettes onto my bed as i stared at them. i just needed to be distracted. "your parents are waiting for you."

"what do they want?"

"i don't know honey." yes, terms of endearment do help. "i think you'll be babysitting today." she guessed.

so we walked downstairs, side by side- something my mother would not like. i couldn't stop thinking about Hoseok, how he actually loves me. i have never been loved before and i feel unbelievably giddy.

lost in my trance, i knocked over a vase in the living room.

"what the hell are you doing?"

"can't you do anything right?"

i didn't even realise i was crying, i wasn't bothered about the vase, i was bothered about my life. "watch where you're walking i swear to god."

then he noticed my tears and shouted more, the loudness pierced through my soul, but not in the way classical music did.

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