"I care. The rain falls in my eyes and I blink furiously. - Now let's go!
He pulled me over, causing me to stop on the sidewalk. He was angry, he was panting. But his arms pulled me to him. The rain was pouring down, hurting my shoulders. Her longer hair was dark from the rain. He pulled me closer, looking into my eyes. People passed by, looking at the curious couple in the middle of the rain. I tried to look for help from passers-by. I wanted to save myself. I was terrified, even though I had no reason to. I was afraid he would tell me to disappear, or worse, ask me to forget him. Or worse, ask me to lose my memory. And I couldn't do such a thing. Or remember and say it was too much for him. And leave, definitely.
"Igor..." I whimpered. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to control myself if he stayed that close.
"Look at me. I looked away, but he pulled it away, one arm around my waist. -Now! "Why?" I said, too loudly.
"You're Malu..." He murmurs, a little disoriented. I am afraid of his words, which surprise and frighten me. - Who likes to skateboard, Mc Donalds and gave me the most surreal way of my life. Who thought she was going to be attacked by me... I. I remember that. Of you punching me in the middle of the street while I laughed. But, I didn't know you in those days. Were... Staying friends? Malu... You're my Malu.
-Oath? Am I Malu? I tapped his arms, trying to get him to move. The rain increased, and I saw him pull the clip out of my hair, causing it to fall on my shoulders. Then he held my face with both hands. Looking me straight in the eye. Right inside my eyes. The expression is serious and concentrated. He moved closer and I felt myself going cross-eyed. The rain lashing my face.
-What are you doing? Then he crushed his lips over mine. Her lips moving with an almost frightening fury. I was in shock as he pulled me closer and closer. Then there was only Igor and the rain. Igor made me burn while it seemed that the rain was what prevented me from boiling. I clung to his shoulders as he pulled me by the waist. I forgot how to breathe. We've both forgotten how to breathe. After seconds, minutes, hours, days... We let loose counterfeits, for lack of air. My brain seemed to snap back into place and I put my thoughts in order. I turned my face and let go of Igor, confused and panting from the kiss. It wasn't wrong, of course. But I felt like it was. I was scared again. I looked at him and his expression looked like mine.
I started walking, panting. Why had he done this? He had pseudo admitted that he was in love with Ceci. And he was remembering that we knew each other. But... Drug. Drug. Drug. There were only a few streets left to Igor's apartment. These streets I ran through until I reached the apartment panting and climbed the stairs. She was shivering, soaking wet from head to toe as she opened the door. I could hear Igor running down the stairs, calling my name.
-Shit. I cursed, not being able to open the door. Igor stopped next to me and I fumbled, causing the key to fall to the ground. He picked it up and put the key in the door. So he kicked it, just like I did a few weeks ago. The door creaked and opened. And huffing and puffing I went in. The apartment was hotter and I groped until I found the switch. I squeezed it several times. The noise of the clic clic reverberating through the apartment.
"There was a power outage. Igor said quietly.
-Drug. I whispered, desperation denoting in my voice.
"And we're alone. And it's dark. I hear the explicit malice in Igor's voice. Known malice, from the not-so-distant past. I feel the warmth of his body approaching.
"There's candles somewhere. I counteract his voice, moving away from him. Going to the kitchen. I rummaged through the drawers and found a candle. Picking up a jar and lighting it. The light flickered, illuminating the kitchen. Igor appeared, his expression stern. -Ready. Light!
"I was wrong. I've been so... stupid. It wasn't Cecilia.
- I don't understand. "My brain didn't work very well. Under the candlelight I could see Igor's thin, transparent blouse clinging to her breastplate. The blouse was transparent and I could see the droplets sticking to her skin. I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on his face. Breath in the starts.
"I thought I was in love with Ceci. It was never for her. I liked her eyes and her voice. But I was inattentive enough not to realize that yours are identical. I realized it wasn't her, my girl, when she smiled. It wasn't the smile that made me shiver. And yes, yours. Always yours. He whispered, coming closer. I was stuck now. There was no escape. At any moment my heart would stop. It was too much to hear.
Igor... choraminguei.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I looked at Igor's troubled face and bit my lip. "Why didn't you tell me I was in love with you and you with me?"
"It wasn't going to make a difference.
- Of course I would!
"You wouldn't believe it. I say quietly, alertly. "And you needed to remember it for yourself. If I told you... You'd think it's insane.
"Were we together?" When did I lose my memory?
-No. I swallowed.
"Why?"
"Because you hurt me." And I was too proud not to come back to you.
"Do you regret not coming back to me?"
"What would you do if you saw me in a hospital bed?" Or that I'd forgotten about you? I murmured weakly, knowing that I would break down in tears soon. I was shaking uncontrollably, and being wet and cold didn't make me think very well. "I didn't think about regrets or anything after that. I just wanted you well. Far away or near me, it doesn't matter. As long as you were okay.
"I want you. I shuddered at his statement.
"You can't be sure. You don't remember everything about your life yet, Igor. Let's not rush, we have patience, time... And candles. We're not in the dark entirely. I laughed at my unfunny joke alone. Wanting him to laugh eaten and that tension to dissolve
"I don't want to wait. I don't want to wait for you to go away and get tired of this babysitting life.
- Being a nanny is not very rewarding... But, I'm not leaving. Only if you asked me.
"So that's never. "He was pretty much glued to me now. The tension in the air. I noticed the smell of rain in the kitchen mixed with Igor's natural aroma. Maddening.
"The problem is... If I stay, I'm going to get hurt. And what's more, you don't need me anymore.
"You promised you wouldn't give up on me!"
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