“What’s up?” I stood up indignantly.
“Our role is to protect you,
little sister, Brian says wryly, walking out of the kitchen.
I’m not even going to tell you anything!” I point at William
“What did I do?” he asks dumbly.
“Helping to terrorize people who approach me?” I am still indignant.
“Surely in the world.” He stood up and annonached w
My Father’s Best Friend
Distant
POV JULIA
Because being sad in common, it is a feeling as legitimate as joy, it is a record of our sensitivity, which sometimes laughs in a group and sometimes secks silence and solitude.
I don’t know what is happening to us or William, feel as if we are losing each other more
ore and more as if 1 am losing him.
I don’t know what happened a week ago, in fact, since the day that woman was at William’s house, I don’t know if she said something that moved him. Furthermore, I don’t know what changed–what changed in him, because yes, be changed small things that may seem like nothing, but for me, they have been details that end up making a huge difference.
You know, I miss the man who won me over. I miss the sweet words, the declarations, and even the silly jokes that used to make me angry. I miss him; I miss the person he was before that day–missing the concern for everything, sometimes exaggerated but cute, the jealousy, totally possessive and beautiful, the plans, our
How can things change and transform so much in a matter of so little time? plans that he made, the times when he made me smile, and there were many
he Weeks. And then suddenly he closed himself off, locked himself inside, maybe even intentionally, he doesn’t even realize this change, but it’s so visible to me, been in a constant coldness, distance, I’m not just talking about physical distance, but it’s like he’s pushing me away, moving away, emotionally too, now it’s become difficult to hear him say that he likes what we’re building, he hasn’t said it much, and when he does, when then try to be cute again, try to be the understanding, caring guy, how I miss his attention, I think this is maybe one of the parts where my heart is most empty right now, missing him giving me all the attention, affection, making me laugh, making me silly, getting me smiles.
I know he’s been trying, and he’s been trying hard, but it’s just that sometimes it seems like hes Having to make such an effort to come back that it seems more a sacrifice than something natural and real I don’t want him to pay attention to me, to hear cute things, or to say those nice things of his that he used to say out of some kind of obligation. Furthermore, I want to listen. Besides, I want him to be who he is because he is him, not because I’m a needy idiot who misses him while he’s close to…me
I’ve been avoiding hearing his voice, do you know why? Because I’m afraid, I’m afraid we’ll talk, and then I’ll feel in his voice, in his way, this coldness, this distance, this closure, and his strange quietness, afraid that all my theories and paranoia that I’m having now will turn out to be more real than I’d like it to be, fear that we will fight and hurt each other, because I will probably say that he is strange, and he will return that he is not or that he is tired, sleepy or in some kind of pain, but in my head, it will be like, “He doesn’t want it anymore; he’s getting tired; he got tired of you, you idiot.” I knew that in the last few days, the hypothesis that he is staying with another has begun to realize that this is not what he wants, that I am not his choice, that he got tired of me, got full,
I knew that these ideas had been going around my head constantly and that he probably must have closed himself off because he no longer sees me and no longer wants me as before. And it has hurt me, it has made me have a huge tightness in my chest, an anguish so huge that it is not contained in the chest, that it ends up being put out in desperate tears. Do you know what it is like to feel that you are losing the person you love and that you cannot do anything about it because you think and feel that this person’s feelings for you have diminished or ended simply because this person, even without wanting to, without realizing it, has changed so much about you that you can no longer do anything but try and feel a pain, a desperate fear?
I know because I’ve been feeling it these past few days. Fear of talking to him and suddenly not having any kind of subject, fear of the silence that may form between us. Fear of losing, having already lost our “we“, having lost his affection, having lost him–it is so desperate, it tears the chest, the tears hurt, the heart is as if someone is squeezing him and making juke so tight, it hurts, it hurts to see him more and more closed, cold and distant. I know he’s been trying and trying, but
en all of a sudden the fear consumes him; it feels like it’s not enough; it’s not natural because he wants it, but because it’s being forced or something.
I know I’ve never been the very affectionate type, but the feeling I feel–the love–only I know how immense it is in here, only I know the pain, despair, anguish, and tears I have felt. Have you ever felt fear? It is as if an abyss has formed between us, and I am falling into these abysses, screaming without my voice coming out of my throat, without anyone being able to hear or notice me. It is as if I am losing my world. Like it’s close to me, losing us, loxing me, losing you, dying inside. I’m missing a piece of it.
“Are you crying?” He asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I wipe my face quickly, adjust my posture on the couch, look at the man leaning on the living room wall, and give a brief smile.
“No.” Ilie, “You’re early today.” I said, looking at the time and confirming that he was much earlier than usual.
William looked at me strangely and approached me, taking a seat on the couch next to me. He fiddles with his tie, loosening it and opening the first two buttons of This dress shirt
“Are you tired” Task.
“Very,” he sight, “but I came home early today to spend some time together. I know I’ve been a bit absent these past few days, but I’m overworked at the company” He justified his absence.
“What a scare!” I mailed with relief. I was already creating a thousand and one paranoises in y head.”
“So, to put an end to all this, I came earlier to stay with you. Forgive me for my absence.” He held my hand and placed a kiss there, looking me in the eyes.
“Just don’t hide things from me, okay? If something is going on, tell me. I want you to be honest with me.” I caressed his face
We started this relationship so unexpectedly, it was just sex, but something seemed to pull us towards each other. I can’t stay away from him, and vice versa. This thing we’re building–we haven’t given it a name yet–is something strong, and it’s going so fast that it scares me because I don’t even want to see when my dod finds out. Because then, if we want to be together, we’ll have to tell my dad at some point. And when that happens, my God, I can’t even imagine what could happen.
I could tell he was still tense, and I knew this wasn’t just work tension.
I can’t tell what it is, but my intuition never fails. And something tells me there’s more out there…
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My Father’s Best Friend
Lies and truths
POV WILLIAM
I hate lies. I know what happens when you find out the truth, and I’m telling you, it’s not nice at all. It makes you think that everything is fake, and the saddest
thing is that the wont lies always come from those you least expect. And I have always hated lies, I have always been honest and transparent in everything in my life. But these past few days, the only thing I’ve been doing is lying. It’s not a lie, I’m hiding certain things because I know the damage they will do to my life if they get out. The fuck is that I hate feeling like this, I don’t like lies, and I don’t like hiding things from anyone, especially when it’s someone as important to me as Julia. And on top of hiding certain things from her, I’ve been lying to my best friend daily.
“Don’t hide anything from me, okay? If something is wrong, tell me. I want you to be honest with me.” She stroked my cheek. Julia is such a sweet and gentle girl.
I swallow my saliva with difficulty and nod.
Ive always been honest with you!” I held her hand firmly, looking into her beautiful eyes. “Julia, in everything, exactly everything about you, I have been honest. I never expected to get involved with you, you’re my best friend’s daughter, but well, it happened, and I’m not afraid to say I’m completely…”
I couldnt finish speaking when the front door of my house made a huge bang. Furthermore, I quickly got up, along with Julia, and looked at the entrance, where my doom lay. Angeline, as usual, is ruining my life. She entered my house and approached us, clapping her hands
