Tightrope.- Trixya

7

Katya just watched her laugh as the jerk's hands surrounded her tiny waist, playing with the edges of her skirt as the girl tried to put his hands discreetly aside.

"Okay, let go of that before you hurt someone," Violet asks as she removes the plastic fork slowly, "Stop seeing her."

"What the hell does that idiot have that I don't?"

"A penis," answered Gigi with a smile that disappeared when she saw the blonde's look.

"I can get myself a penis! I can get thousands of dildos, of all sizes and colors."

"Great, you have the penis, now you just need the acceptance of her parents... Do you think you can do it?" Violet asked as she tried to distract Katya from seeing the Christian girl at the other table.

Katya was weak every time she saw her laugh.

She felt her heart racing and her tears threatening to spill when the girl crossed glances with her but quickly turned away, embarrassed.

"This is my fault..." she muttered before getting up, being chased by her best friend to the nearest bathroom.

The Russian was faster and managed to lock herself in the nearest bathroom; feeling everything exploding and unable to hold it any longer, she began to cry pathetically next to the toilet.

"Katya. Open me."

"Leave."

"No. Open the fucking door."

The girl could never say no to Violet, though she made an excuse of how much she needed a hug.

Violet sat down with some disgust in front of her, making a monumental effort not to dirty her skirt, although she definitely had.

"What happened?"

"I'm so stupid; I should have to resign myself to being her friend. She will never love me; she will never allow me to be by her side again," the blonde explained in a broken voice.

"Okay, I need context. What exactly happened to get her away?"

"I told her," she said painfully before seeing her, "I told Trixie I liked her, that I was deeply in love with her."

"Oh."

That's all Violet said before hugging her and waiting for the poor girl to stop crying.

Katya had confessed to Trixie what she really felt for her. How her world shattered if she saw her cry and how her day would light up if she heard her laugh, how her eyes looked like a pair of stars, and how she was able to give up everything to be at her side. Although, of course, with other words so she didn't scare her.

Trixie's reaction was what she expected: she cried and decided to move away from the Russian to clarify her ideas. Katya didn't blame her. She knew that the girl was a priest's daughter and that every Sunday went to church without fail to ask forgiveness for her sins; she had probably heard her father say more than once that homosexuality was something to fear and that if she didn't follow god's rules, she would end up in hell.

Katya was prepared for that... But she didn't expect that girl to decide to become the girlfriend of the first boy who asked her.

"I had never fallen in love with someone," she confessed weakly as her best friend stroked her hair.

"I know," replied the black-haired, "Maybe it's for the best ... I don't like to see you like that, but you can't make her love you."

She couldn't make her love her.