MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND

- You are the love of my life.

- What's wrong, Enzo? Say it, please.

- I can't go on like this, darling... I mean, I can't keep cheating on you and myself. I can't make my parents believe that you and I will marry and have hundreds of kids.

Pauline looked him over with her wide awake blue eyes. She was paralyzed and the sadness slowly took over.

- I think I'm bisexual. I mean...

- I don't agree with you.

- What?

- I think you're gay.

Right now Enzo looked her over astonished. He had always known. He had always known that Pauline was a special woman. She had the greatest instint and intuition he had ever known but he'd never thought that her eloquence was so big to make out his torment many months ago. Of course he didn't argue her statement.

- Have you met someone? Are you seeing someone?

Enzo nodded without blinking, aware of her reaction. He couldn't take cheating on her, that's why he decided finally coming clean but he soon started hopelessly to trembling. And then she, with her eyes filled with tears that ran wild down her cheeks, gripped strongly his hand in hers trying to stop that hopelessly tremour. Enzo broke into tears too and they melted into a desperate embrace.

Their majestic cats Trikson and Bruce walked between them, searching their attention. Then Pauline by instint brought her hand to her wedding finger and she took the precious engagement ring off.

- What are you doing? Are you going to take it off? It's a gift.

- Enzo, it's an engagement ring. It doesn't make sense wearing it anymore.

- Why doesn't it make sense? I'm still engaged with you and I want it that way for the rest of my life. Aren't you?

- I don't understand you.

- You're an essential part of my life. Without you I can't go on. I want you to be my side forever. And ever.

- I'm not sure about what you're asking me for...

- You are the love of my life and you'll always be. I need your presence by my side. I couldn't stand losing you.

- But you've just broken up with me...

- I've just been sincere with you. I don't want to be disloyal. The only thing that I'm asking you is that you and I keep supporting each other. I need your advice, your support, your love.

- What are we going to do now? We can't keep living together. Not this way...

- Just promise me that we will always be together as we've been throughout these years. Through thick and thin. Promise me.

- Oh, Enzo. You've broken my heart, my love. You have to understand me right now. Don't ask me nothing now, please.

- You will leave, will you? Is that it?

- Enzo, who is leaving? I wouldn't dream even in a million years abandon you. I would marry you, I would give you one baby per year till I get exhausted...

- Pauline, my love... You aren't blame for nothing.

- I know. And you neither but I want to be alone now. Do you understand it?

- Do you hate me?

- I don't hate you.

His relationship with Pauline hat been very important for him. He was 4 years older than she. When they started to live together she was only 19 years old and he 23. She was an innocent girl. With a slightly hard background. She was an orphan until she was 9 years old. Seemingly her parents died of overdose while she was crying out loud in vain from her craddle. Later a pair of angels adopted her and had the chance to join a family for the very first time. It was easy to imagine the beautiful and fragile Pauline, exact likeness of Jane Eyre in an orphanage fighting against her inner and also outer demons. Undoubtedly that experience gave her a kind of care, mistrust and a sort of coldness that never quite got away from her. Her adopted parents gave her everything she could wish for. A home. The chance of a good education, a widening focus of her world vision, the wholehearted love of two angels devoted completely to her. They made her unquestionably stronger for the future that they couldn't even imagine. Short afterwards she came of age, her parents died in a road accident. Pauline's life shattered in million pieces once more. Within months of the tragedy she met Enzo. Her friend Carl went over the hardware store where she worked by the hour. He went with an exotic young man wearing flamboyant clothes and with those mesmerizing eyes.

It can be said that it was love at first sight. They burned each other with their eyes. They were too shy to stare each other too long. In five months time they were living together in a tiny flat which Pauline shared with three people in Tavistock Street. Just across the street where Thomas de Quincey lived and wrote "Confessions of an english opium eater". In that flat their relationship took shape and got stronger. At the moment it was crucial for both. When they started to live together Pauline was a girl touched by the misfortune, still very innocent, dependent to the highest degree to him but at the same time she was strong enough to be worthy of his friendship. It was the very first thing that built their relationship up. They were friends, long before the sex and living together as husband and wife, and they won over each other their hearts. Only they stripped their souls. It was hard to include someone else in that well marked field.

When he turned up with a ring asking her to marry him, it wasn't crazy. They were soul mates and it made sense.

But well passed that euphoria and several meetings with Enzo's parents it became clear that the marriage would fail in the short term. Pauline was craving to give up her life to Enzo and dreamt about the Yes, I do moment. She even had seen a beautiful laced cream loose and V-neck dress.

It was hard for her to assure herself about her true suspicions. The absolute lack of sex overnight was due to something that escaped her own understanding. Why did he avoid her but sweetly? Earlier he jumped over her like a tiger. Pauline was a girl surrounded by misfortunes and back to square one. That event could've become a heavy blow. But luckily her relationship with Enzo made herself stronger. She loved him so dearly and self-denying, that she could only think of his happiness. And she knew that his confession helped his happiness discovery. Not the happiness which everyone else wanted her to have. Her own happiness.