My Sister's Boyfriend
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Of course he had his moments, when he would go away from nothing and become thoughtful, but he always attributed it to some problem in his family. It was a real taboo between us, it seemed like we both had problems related to our parents and family. We never talked about our family. The most I knew about his family was that he was an only child, with a very strict father and a submissive hand, and the most he knew about mine was that my parents were divorced and I had two sisters. We never talked about family, we never had the opportunity to broach the subject. It never came up and we never tried to bring it up. We were stuck with it, and you could tell we were suspicious. But thinking now... I wanted to know about his family, I wanted him to feel comfortable trusting me, to know that I would support him. I wanted to know about everything about him, his quirks, his friends. There was no doubting that I was an idiot in love, and worse.... So I, always so suspicious and insecure, didn't care about being an idiot, not for him.

Smile; suddenly cheering me up and standing up. I would talk to him now. Saying that I didn't mind being his girlfriend wasn't a punishment, but a very nice thing, that I was stupid to deny his almost requests every time he tried. I ran to the bath, excited. I took a quick shower and dressed in a knee-length skirt and a lighter blouse. I arranged my hair so that it was tied in a side braid, wanting to feel pretty. I went down the stairs, anxious, already knowing where he would be. On the beach.

I crossed the street, walking along the sand. Too agitated to walk calmly, I saw Igor talking to Pablo, he looked a little pale to my eyes, his expression creased with concern. My eyebrows came together, apprehensively, but I still didn't lose my excitement. I felt something inside me itch, as if it wanted to break free. Pablo saw me first, stopping talking and waiting for me to get closer. I stopped next to Igor, who avoided looking at me, his eyes fixed on the sea and biting his lip. - Hi. - I started, my voice shaking. Igor looked at me sideways, but his eyes quickly shifted to his feet.

- Hi. - They both responded at the same time. I waved my arms, still distressed.

- Pablo... Can I talk to Igor for a bit?

- Of course... - Pablo smiled, exchanging a quick look with Igor. Pablo was a cool guy, fun and very happy, always joking. As he passed by, he touched my hair lightly. I turned my attention to Igor, wetting my lips. - Igor...

- Yes? - He looked at me and I noticed big dark circles in his eyes. I swallowed hard, running my hands through my hair, playing with the end of my braid.

- Are you mad at me? Whatever it was that I did; I'm sorry. I've been such an idiot and child... - I ran over the words, feeling a bit silly. - And I need to talk to you.

- Wait! – I was scared, but he approached, holding my hand, stroking it. His hands were a bit cold, making me increasingly nervous and confused. - I need to talk to you about something too. But... I'm not mad at you.

- No? It seemed like... Last night... – I stammered, not knowing how to express myself. He smiled slightly.

- It's not your fault that you don't want to be my girlfriend, I have no reason to blame you for that. I was a child.

- Now you wait! You were right and I was blind. In fact... I want to be your girlfriend, I already feel that way. And I feel like you're mine. And I'm yours. I was insecure because... - I smiled awkwardly. - I don't know. I was stupid, I can't think that everyone will hurt me and... I trust you. More than that, I really love you, Igor. - I looked at him, hesitantly. Feeling my cheeks blush, but something worried my heart. Igor looked at me sadly, a sad smile played on his lips. I felt scared. - Igor... What did I do?

- Nothing, you didn't do anything. You're just... You're perfect Malu. Too perfect for me. - He moved away a little, running his hands through his hair, leaving me feeling a little empty and cold as he moved a little away from me. - I was so... stupid! I should not have done it. I didn't even know I was going to get so involved when I went to talk to you that day on the beach, I just did it! I didn't think about the consequences, I didn't think about anything, I didn't even consider that I would now be in this situation. I just wanted to be with you... I just want you. But you're too much for me. I just... I'm an idiot!

- Are you... regretting staying with me? - I stuttered the words, feeling like I had done everything wrong. That I shouldn't have said that. That he was scared. That at some point I had messed up.