My Sister's Boyfriend

"If he liked me that much, he would have told me everything. - he said, quietly. "And would you understand?"

- Understanding that he likes a girl for a long time, wants to forget about it, then hits on the first idiot who appears in front of him and deceives her for weeks? I said irritably, dryly and harshly. "No, I wouldn't. I don't understand. I don't want to understand! I just... I want to pretend he didn't exist. I don't want to feel that pathetic. "And you're going to make it?"

"I have to get it. And just a damn holiday love, it passes. It always passes.

How many boys have you loved and how many times have you gotten over it?

"And who says I love him?" I don't love him, I can't love someone so selfish. I lied to Pablo and to myself, neither of us believed it. I was deplorable lying.

"It's in your face that you love him. You're both selfish, but you like each other too much. "Hearing Pablo say that and knowing that he had a chance of succeeding hurt me even more. I wiped my face, feeling weak, wanting to be alone. - Go away, Pablo. I don't need to hear that.

- Malu, I'm sorry.

"Don't feel it. I don't need that. I really don't have to. "I didn't need anyone's pity. I never needed to. She had always been alone and her eyes of pity disgusted me, almost allergic. I ran away from them, so when I saw that same 'poor girl' look on Pablo's face, I couldn't stand to stay there. I stood up, grabbing my sandals and starting to walk back to the hotel. My head was throbbing because of the information and how much I ended up crying. I felt shattered, my ego wounded, my heart shattered, broken.

On the way I saw Igor sitting on the bench, in that place where we were kissing for the first time. In front of the hotel.

When I saw him with his head down, I made mention of turning around, but he saw me first. It would probably follow me all over the beach, the only place I could take refuge would be in my hotel room. So I walked quickly, always looking ahead, passing the bench without even a glance at it. Totally distressed, wanting to keep me away from him, from his touch. Unfortunately he stood up and grabbed my arm, very tightly.

"Let me go. I whimpered, my voice crying. I realized I was crying. Proud of the way I am, I wiped my eyes with my free hand so he wouldn't see the tears.

- Malu, please... Listen to me. I noticed a certain desperation in his voice, which distressed me even more. All I wanted was for him to disappear, to leave me alone.

"Let me go.

"I wanted to...

-Shut up! You don't want anything! I couldn't ask for anything! You are an idiot. Leave me alone! I pulled his arm tightly, feeling a little pain, his hand was squeezing my arm too hard.

"Let her go. Now! A loud voice came closer. That boy, the 'hey' kid, was standing next to me. That same boy who had tried to strike up a conversation with me several times, who was kind and gentlemanly, who always seemed charming, but also distant because of Igor.

"You have nothing to do with it. Igor said harshly. The other boy remained still, showing definitely that he was not going to leave.

"Let her go.

"You're hurting me!" I screamed and Igor let go of my arm immediately. I staggered backwards and the 'hey' boy pulled me by the wrist, making me stand behind him.

"Malu..." Igor whispered, his expression looking sad.

"Didn't you hear the girl telling you to leave her alone?" Because I listened! Get out of here, now.