"I didn't lie!
Lied! You lied. - he said, quietly. My chest rising and falling in spasms I couldn't control. All I could think was that I had been deceived, deceived, made a fool of, had been used. I always knew, in everything I read, in the love stories I lived, when I saw my parents' marriage coming to an end, in books, movies, etc., that love was not a lie. And every time he smiled, pleased me, hugged me, declared himself and kissed me, it was all a lie. As a result of betrayal, of omission, I had been deceived. And... Heavens, love not lies. So definitely, what Igor felt for me was not love. It wasn't. That certainty felt like it was going to kill me. "All the time you lied...
-Eeyore... What do you mean you lied?" The girl intruded.
She could ask for satisfactions, she was his girlfriend. I was just a joke, just a joke. I felt so stupid, so.... Wrong. I took a few steps back and turned my back. I felt a pair of arms pulling me. "Malu..." Please.
"You lied. Made me say all that and... I don't believe it. He grabbed my arm, I disengaged, his voice angry. Feeling the anger mix with my sadness and humiliation, overpowering me. "Let me go, I can't stand to look at your face. Forget. "Just listen to me. He pulled me in again, grabbing my arm. Stopping me from running. Her eyes red and also kind of cloudy. The shade of sand darkening.
"It doesn't matter what you say!" I don't care, I don't want to know. I will never forgive you Igor, ever again. Forget the last few weeks, forget everything, forget me. Forget! Not me... I can't believe you can do that to me. I hissed. I pulled my arm tightly, freeing myself from his grip and started running down the beach, moving away. Feeling the tears wet my face. I sat on the sand, next to some rocks, feeling the low tide wet my fingertips. I began to cry, remembering the hesitations, when his mood changed sharply. He had a girlfriend! That was why he looked at me like that, with guilt, bitterness, fear... What a damn love that nothing! I was a pastime, a pastime until the girlfriend arrived.
I stayed there for I don't know how long, water now wetting my feet, I didn't care. He was a little numb and sobbing; unable to control her tears. Betrayed, humiliated, deceived. That's how I felt. I felt someone sitting next to me, I cringed even more. I looked out of the corner of my eye, visualizing Pablo's shirt. I looked up, unashamed of the tears streaming down my eyes, I couldn't feel ashamed around Pablo. Pablo's big, extremely clear green eyes brought back memories and I saw that he felt sorry for me.
"You did, didn't you?"
"He's my best friend. He shrugged. "I know all about him.
"So you lied to me too.
"He didn't lie to you, he... Omitted.
"A girlfriend?" How does one omit such a thing? He was getting... Me!
"So, a few days ago she called him, saying she wanted to come back. "I guessed the rest of the story, it sounded pretty simple. - Oh, how simple! So... Just get the hell out of me and everything will be fine...
"It wasn't quite like that. You're right in parts, she started calling, he ignored why... Well, he was with you! Monica never thought they broke up, they just lost touch. She's always been... a little selfish. She always thinks about what's best for her. - Put the girl as the culprit and Igor as the poor thing. Typical. Pablo analyzed my expression for a few seconds. "I know what you're thinking, that I'm defending him, but that's not it. I saw how guilty he felt about these calls, how he didn't know what to do, how absolutely confused he was. I've known Igor for years and I know he truly likes you, it's just that he's liked you for a long time. He was confused and lost.
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