My Sister's Boyfriend

- Just because it's clear doesn't mean I like it. - Why wouldn't he just shut up? Why the hell did I want him to keep talking just so I could hear his voice? God, I'm so stupid! -You don't have to like it, you have to obey.

- Since when did you become so authoritarian?

-I'm not authoritarian.

- No? Only if it's for you...

- No one is forcing you to stay close to me, madam dictator. - Right. Maybe I exaggerated a little... Or a lot. Anyway, I had the right. Look what I was going through! -Wow, your exaggeration enchants me

-Shut up. - We remain silent. I looked out of the corner of my eye, he was still staring at me. Her light brown hair, almost caramel, contrasting with her eyes, had some sparse strands of blonde from the sun and swayed in the wind. His brown eyes took on a burnt gold tone, which happened when he was worried, that didn't change either.

- Look, let's do it your way. I just don't want things to, I don't know, get awkward between us.

- Is that possible? - I choked with a sneer. - Is it possible that this situation is not strange?

- Let's at least try.

- Try what?

-We got along well.

- No way. Definitely not. I'll pass this one. I won't be your friend.

- Why? Let's not pretend we don't know each other, I don't want that. It's childish. You're a nice girl and I want to make amends for everything. Not that it makes any difference, but... Look, let's go to the cafeteria, eat something, talk...

- It's not possible, Igor. I shook my head, sighing. My hands ended up in my hair, I closed my eyes. Letting the words slip out, like I always do. - If I'm talking to you now it's because of my sister. I can't pretend to be your little friend. I didn't forget everything, you know... Don't worry about what my sister will think if I walk away from her boyfriend, well... You get the point. She is already used to my unfriendly nature.

I opened my eyes, then looked away. I got up, feeling the charged atmosphere. The wind stronger than before. How long were we on this bench? I started walking, barely feeling my feet, but with the weight of the world on my shoulders. - Shy?

- What is it now? - I said loudly, irritated by his voice. Offended by your presence. Outraged by my actions, because I stopped. I looked at him acidly, who seemed immune to my worst look. He had regret in his eyes and I imagined how much that must have weighed on him. I was such a nuisance. For everyone, whether they want it or not.

- Do I have any chance of you apologizing to me? No matter how remote it is?

- Eu...

- Please. - My voice broke, everything spun quickly, out of orbit and stopped. Please, he had said before. Please, I had asked when my heart was broken, one of my most hated clichés. Please, that's what I asked when I closed my eyes. A little more dream, please. A sweet dream, please, with an air of the past. I also wanted, out of kindness, out of desire and need, to be able to look at him and not feel angry. Ripping the bitterness out of my chest, but something scratched the edges of my heart, pride screamed in my head. I didn't get over it.

- It does not give. I am unable. - I dragged out the words, marking them tiresomely on my tongue with a strange, dusty taste. I drank from pride and spite. I turned my back, my eyes full of tears, my throat swollen. I left it behind. Again... I walked aimlessly along the beach, stopping in a place where the wind hit my face hard. I saw the clouds darken and the rain came softly, the dark clouds quickly taking over the sky. I tried to think that it was night, that I would look up and see a path of stars and that it wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt because I knew it was a fake night, just like the stars. I wouldn't be disappointed, because I wasn't expecting anything. As I didn't expect that Igor would hurt me one day... The sea shook and I felt something inside me shudder. I hugged myself before the cold wind. I sat on the sand, looking at the sea. The excitement, surfers running excitedly into the sea at the mention of possible big waves. Some girls on the beach laughing and waving to their braver boyfriends. Mothers taking their children away from the sea and some lamenting the approaching storm ruining their Saturday afternoon. I let myself stay there, my neck aching, my chest stretched out in front of my fake night. Just remembering...