The Inevitable Evidence

8.

PDV Unknown

I feel the first rays of sunlight, filtering through the window, on my face. I then open one eye and then the other to adapt to the light. I feel a pressure on my belly and as I turn my head, I see his sweet face still asleep. He is so beautiful when he sleeps, it looks like an innocent and fragile little baby... What it really is. I contemplate the features of my opposite with a smile. With my hand, I caress his cheek, he moves slightly, growling which gently makes me laugh, without waking up. I take myself out of his grip and get up looking for something to dress properly.

Then I take to look at the decor of his room, and notice that there are posters all over the place. They are displayed in a totally random way and some of his drawings are displayed. His office is filled with white sheets, multi-colored pencils and there are even books lying around, manga, I think. I hear him move but he still doesn't wake up so I get back into my contemplation. Further on, towards his dressing room, all around there are photos that form this one and it is simply sublime. I lay my eyes along the frame, amazed.

It shows his brothers, Austin and Ryan, smiling or making faces. Or photos of them three of baby to today. The pictures he has with Austin are really cute. In fact, it is now that I really see that all three are very similar, real copies of their father, so you might think they are copied and pasted.

It shows his father posing in front of monuments they have visited in different countries or even on board a boat driving like a captain.  It shows a selfie of him and his mother with her head against her son's shoulder, a nice smile on his lips and this photo is hung at the top of the frame.

And we also see several pictures of his family, which are at the ends as if there was a huge all around the entrance to the closet. 

On the other side, we see Damian and him playing football or even lambdas photos where they take each other in their arms or pictures of them in funny positions.

I also easily distinguish the faces of Driss, Emilio and Eidan on the way, where the four poses, glasses in hand and their most beautiful smile.

While my eyes follow the path of the photos when I see Harmony and Auxalia, I see the latest pictures. These are, arguably, the most beautiful I've looked at since I started, even the cute Austin isn't up to them.

When I crouched down, the photos in question represent Jaison and Melora, who are quite young until now. We see them evolved through the pictures he was able to take and it's really wonderful.

We see Jaison with in his hands a football surely signed saw his head with Tobias' mother by his side. We also see him jumping into the pool, laughing out loud, bothering Ryan, spinning Austin in the air and so on. Melora is seen dancing in the rain. She is also seen covered in flour, in the arms of Lucius, Tobias' father, she is also seen sleeping between the two little brothers and going crazy in the middle of a wheat field, laughing.

We see all three of them, happy face, in swimsuit. Melora is in the middle of the two and right next to this photo we see Jaison and Tobias making a kiss on the cheek of it for a third or Jaison the door to put it in the water and the second laughs like a kid.

The last photo is surely the most stunning and surely the most recent; This is Melora smiling hair in the wind, in black and white. This photo fills me with emotions because this smile is really the most beautiful, I could see. Especially since I know that this smile is addressed to the sleeper behind me. I'm a little jealous of her because when you know Tobias well, even a little attention can be an honor and I'd like to have the same but I know it was only intended for her.

When I get up, I see him waking up little by little. I quickly come back to the bed and watch him open his eyes to see me. He addresses me a beautiful smile while asleep despite eyes circled and stretches. I take the opportunity to snuggle up against him, he does not reject me and I therefore fully appreciate this closeness. After a few minutes, I put my hands against his torso and put my head on it to look at him.

"Yes? "He said to me, looking at me with his arms behind his head, while lowering his gaze on me. 

-      You know you're beautiful... I confide him, a smile on my lips.

The only answer is that he stands up and kisses my forehead. Morning breath, oblige.

-      Is everything okay?

-      Yes, don't worry about it. Answer, he's cold enough, but with a smile to reassure me."

He gets up and takes me away from his contact, I feel a slight cold since I can no longer feel his hot body that envelops me noticing that it closes to me again. He walks to his bathroom and I get up to follow him. I pose against the door frame to watch him take off his underpants before entering the shower cubicle.

"Was it really the only solution? I asked him suddenly, referring to yesterday's evening and what he confided in me. 

-      Yes... I made that choice and I think it's the best. He replies, biting his lip, somewhat upset and not so sure.

-      Okay, but you know I'm here, right?

-      Yes. Would you put a towel in the furniture below the sink before you leave?   He asks me, activating the water. 

-      I'm even going to do better than that. I said, opening the shower door and coming in."

**

PDV Melora,

11a.m.

This morning, when I wake up, I have a horrible headache. I only remember very vaguely yesterday evening, at least the preceding my discussion with Jaison. But just trying to think about it gives me a blow in the head. I put a hand on my face still asleep while blowing. The duvet comes down from my body and I notice that I only wear a t-shirt with shorts and that these belong to Damian Brett. I don't realize right away, but when this information migrates to my brain, my blood is just a trick, how come I have Brett's t-shirt on me?!

I look around, and I'm not in my room. I'm in his room. I take my face in my hands and try to remember how I ended up here. Flashes suddenly come back to me. They remind me that I was completely drunk and that I wanted to throw myself into Niall's pool while dressed and that someone held me back and his face came back to me. It was him.

He then put me in his car and we left. Once at his house, my memories are not entirely clear... But...

Oh no! I was drunk and... And... We've... Aaaaaaah, it's not possible!!!

I'm analyzing the room I'm in. I've never been to his room before, so I take the time to look at the space I'm in.

His room is in shades of grey blue and everything is pretty clean. There's only one desk under his window and physics, biology and math textbooks sit on it as well as revision sheets and an armchair under the window with clothe son. Ah and a huge closet that takes the whole wall with mirrors, I quickly turn my gaze preferring not to see my dirty head.

There is a door on my left but I don't know if it leads out of her room or if it's her bathroom. When I turn my head, I see on his bedside table my phone and on a chair next to it is my clothes with my bag. I rush to my phone, but I see a word underneath it that stops me in my tracks.

I take it in my hands and read it.

I'll pick you up when you're awake, call me pretty heart.

D.

Simple and too short for my taste.

I let myself fall back on the cushions. I take the time to close my eyes and calm the beat of my heart. Everything around me smells like... That intoxicating smell that makes me lose all my means when it's near me. I don't really know what to make of what to do with what's going on between us... I am divided between wanting to let go but on the one hand there is always something that shows me not to do it. Like for example, the story with Harmony and Emilio of which I still know nothing; at least what I was told... But he told me that he was looking after me so I have to count on him, right?

It annoys me that he puts my head in bulk! I'm asking myself so many questions that it really hurts my head even more. Nevertheless, he has a reputation for not letting anyone sleep in his bed... so I mean a to him. Of course not! Melora, anything!

What annoys me even more is that I do not know how to decipher it or very little, it is a real mystery for me while usually I manage to identify people and I had it rather well when he was dating Harmony, in addition I hated him ... Like what, everything happens in life! But I'm not in love, it's not fun, I... I'm just really attached to him and then it's not a little proximity to kids when I think about it, we know what we do. He’s so different to me that I really want to believe that I'm important to him.

I take myself to squeeze a pillow against me, I smell the smell it contains and immerse myself in the memories of that night. They come back to me little by little. I remember when we arrived, I was pretty drunk but I had slightly disappointed to be fully aware of my actions. I remember getting out of the car saying anything under his laughter but I tripped and he caught up with me, like this time at the beach and that's when things got out of hand... I remember kissing him at once like I had never kissed anyone, how I clung to him and how much passion I put into that kiss. I can still feel him responding fervently when I touch my lips.

I totally succumbed to our looking games, being weak to his gaze on me, prodding my soul.

I remember that he was as feverish as I was when he lifted me up to carry me without stopping our exchange. I don't know how he managed to open the door to his house, or how I did to hold on to his waist with my legs without falling, but our laughter resonates in my ears just like our breaths.

He guided us to his room by sticking me against the door after I closed it. I wanted more, and I felt that he too. I remember the impatience that had taken hold of me and from which I quickly removed his shirt by scouring his torso with my hands, before putting them in his hair while he laid me on the ground, plunging back on my lips. I still remember his expert fingers taking off my jeans to slide my body on my shoulders before making thousands of butterfly kisses on my body leaving purple marks, like those twirling in my belly.

I remember when I pushed him on his bed to put me on his horse. I remember his look at me and the desire I perceived in his eyes. I remember when I leaned over him and brushed his lips without kissing them, his sigh of frustration that made me smile. I remember when I let my lips run on his bare skin, leaving marks on him before he decided to take back control and reverse the roles. I remember how good I felt at that moment with him.

And I remember how beautiful I felt in his eyes.

Suddenly, as a matter of course, I remember the most important thing and that confirms my doubts, I see myself undoing his belt and despite his desire that I could see he stopped me. He looked at me with his azure eyes and whispered to me to stop, which meant he didn't want to go on. I remember widening my eyes thinking suddenly that it was probably because I wasn't pretty enough for him so I pushed him and got into a ball, back to him. What a moron I was, his look at me and his action proved me the opposite. I heard him get up and throw me a t-shirt and shorts before coming to tell me in my ear that he couldn't do it while I was drunk. I had turned to look at him and I had seen sincerity, and accept his clothes before he covered us with his duvet. The last thing I remember is the sweet kiss placed on my cheek before I fell asleep in his arms, safe and serene.

I open my eyes and pick up my phone by dialing his number. I am still troubled by what I have just remembered, grateful but slightly ashamed because without alcohol I could never have thrown myself at him that way, game of look or not.

After several beeps, he finally picks up.

"Allo?

-      A-Allo? Dam it's me... I say very shy while tapping my head to let him hear it.

-      I know it's you pretty heart. He replies with his eternal smile on his face, which I can easily guess.

-      That's what you're crazy about me...

-      Did you get a good night's sleep? There are aspirins in my bedside table drawer if needed.

-      Uh... I... Yes, thank you.

-      I have an hour of a hole; I arrive in 30 minutes. Make it your home.

-      Okay... I'll see you right now. »

When I hang up, I relay falling into the duffel, at the same time they are so soft and comfortable that I do not want to get up. I must have, for sure, a terrible head; I feel it in my pasty mouth and I must stink sincerely. I decide to get up by opening the window to ventilate and since I can do as at home, I go into the bathroom for an express shower which happens to be the right door.

When I go out, I can't put on my bodysuit because this one is dirty, I search a little and find a gray Adidas t-shirt in his closet and put it on and then put on my jeans.

Finally, ready, I hear Damian's Porsche in the yard. I hurry to pick up my things and run down the hallway barefoot, my heels in hand. When I get to the front door, it is leaning on it. He's just beautiful, he only wears a simple polo shirt and raw jeans but he's just beautiful and I'm not even talking about his blond hair in battle which I dream of passing my hands... He looks at me while detailing myself while arching an eyebrow when he sees that I am wearing his t-shirt before smiling and in the face of this reaction, my face cracks into a nice smile and I shake my head to chase my thoughts when I go down the stairs.

"Let's go? Do you have it all? 

-      Yes, and then it's not lost ... I answered him, running away from his blue eyes.

I pass him but he stops me with his arm for the sole purpose that I look him in the eye. Can't he stop putting butterflies in my belly?

-      Do you remember anything? He asks me, slightly concerned.

-      I remember everything, really everything. I answered him and when I looked at him, I noticed the marks I left in his neck, similar to the mine I could see in the mirror going from my neck to my chest. "Okay. He said, letting go of me and closing his house.

I get in the car and wait that goes up to start and he takes me home. I feel a slight cold and I'm a little disappointed, I expected him to put his lips on mine ...

When he goes up next to me, I finish sending a message to my mother to let her know that I'm coming home.

-      Should I take you home?

-      Yep, thank you.

On the way, neither he nor I talk. He annoys me when he becomes the cold and stupid little i***t again. I'm sure he thinks he's done something wrong or blames himself for something, and instead of telling me about it, sir shuts up.

But one question burns my lips.

-      Why did you stop last night? Finally, you know... you see when we were going... I asked, grinding my fingers, hyper embarrassed.

-      I didn't want to do it that way. I don’t know how I managed to push you away but I did it and I don't know what you think of the evening or why you lost your footing like that but I know you know enough to know that you would have suffered if it had happened between the two of us and that's anything but my goal especially with everything that's already happened between the two of us.

-      Thank you, sincerely. I say, lowering my head, this time feeling a space between us."

He doesn't answer me, focused on the road, not even a corner smile appears on his face. When we arrive in front of my house, I stand up and take his face in one hand to look at me and I put my lips on his, I never took the first step but I think this time it is I who must do it, to show him that there is nothing changed between us and that I am really grateful and attached to him. I am completely happy when he puts his hand on my cheek and gives me back my kiss and I am somewhat reassured. I end our cute little exchange and put my forehead against his with a smile. He doesn't need to say anything, looking into his eyes, I know everything he thinks and feels right now. I take my bag at my feet, my heels and get out of the car.

"You'll never get your shirt back, handsome blond. I'd throw my head at his window.

-      Anyway, it suits you better than me. He replies with his famous smile on his face.

-      You should do this more often...

-      What? He asks, frowning.

-      The lover. I was laughing when I pinched her cheek and left like a thief."

I can hear him giggling behind me. When I go home, shoes in hand and a smile stuck to her face, my mother who is in the kitchen questions me with the look and I can't wait to tell her everything as usual and, in every detail, ...

I may not be able to decipher it but I dare to believe that he is not insensitive to what is happening between us from Cancun and watching him leave, I hope I did not make the wrong choice that night.

She totally disarms me. 

When I saw her, wearing my t-shirt I felt important to her and my heart was racing.

My doubts suddenly flew away.

I don't know what she's doing to me, but I just know that I'm not the same in contact with her, I dare to believe that she changes me, for the better.

She brings out the best in me when I thought it was impossible.

Through what happens between us I discover a girl that no one knows and this girl intrigues me and pleases me considerably.

Just the fact that she is taken the first step proves to me that she is as attached to me as I am to her. And all this reassures me ...

She charms me, from every angle, but I can't tell her. She doesn't know what I've done and I prefer to preserve what she only

  knows  about me, the real me. I prefer to take full advantage of her a little longer before she learns the horrors and mistakes I have chosen to make. 

- Damian.

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**

PDV Jaison

12:00.

This morning, when I got up, I had no desire to go to my live model class, especially with the headache I pay for but Driss did not spare me and dragged me to class. So, I'm in college, in front of my easel trying to draw the person in front of us, n***d as a verse. I miss several times to fall asleep but Niall gives me elbows so that I do not succumb to the arms of Morpheus and I thank him.

Once the time is up for the first person and the teacher tells us to focus on the bust for the second, I cross the eyes of my former best friend or rather the unknown who pretended to be for years. I throw a black look that pushes him to lower his eyes and decides to take out my phone, if I do not argue with her, I will go put my fist in his face.

Me: Tell me anything so I don't go and give him a portrait at this hijo de puta.

Mi amor:  Because you don't have to touch, it's well known you're going to have it everywhere after.

Me: There's something else.

Mi amor: Because otherwise it's me who will hit you amoré mio.

Me: Hahahaha. But still?

Mi amor: Because he doesn't deserve you to interest him.

Me: To hell with him he doesn't deserve it! He deserves to be beaten with his life!

Mi amor: Jai' ...

Me: What Jai'? what! You may not agree?

Mi amor: No, I don't agree with you! You're going to hit him and then what? Are you going to be less sad? Less devastated? No, and you know it very well. You're going to hit him, but nothing will change, the actions he's done and the words he's spoken will always be there. So no, You're not going to hit him because you're better than that stupid!

Me: I hate it when you're right... But it hurts...

Mi amor: I know it hurts, believe me and I'm here for you don't forget it. But now it's up to you to make a choice: ignore it and take it out of your life or live in the past as I have been able to do for 7 years.

Me: Te quiero bebita.

Mi amor: Yo tambien my hermoso semental.

Ndl: Mi amor is Melora's name on Jaison's phone.

She's right. I have to make a choice, looking at it drawn, I remember all the times we were able to do it together, the laughs we were taking and all the fast food we could share, whether it was both with his brothers, or with Melora. We were like a big family; he was my brother at heart... I remember all our evenings spent in front of a movie with Melora between us who cried almost at every end and we laughed at.

He ruined everything, I don't know if he's lying or not, but making other scenarios hurts me. It hurts, it hurts because I feel betrayed, but Melo is right, I have to move forward whether it's for me or even for her. We must not stay in the past; we can always remember what we experienced with him in a few years and maybe we will laugh about it. But today, he destroyed what I cherished most in the world except Melora and my family: our friendship and he deserve to be destroyed with it.

**

PDV Harmony.

4 P.M.

I just got out of my engineering course with Auxalia and Driss. It was super long, since height am this morning I can't take it anymore.  So much so that I couldn't see Melora or the others because I spent my day at the library to work and not take the risk of being behind schedule.

I tell Lia and Driss that I join Emilio in front of his room and they tell me that they are going home and that we will see each other tomorrow. I leave the building and head to another one to put down the textbooks I wouldn't need. Once in front, I run and as I was about to turn around to go to the building where Emilio is, I stop in my tracks when I see Tobias arrive at Oscar, a guy from the team, who is at his locker and tackled against him by lifting him by the collar, my old friend with a cold face and his features are drawn from anger. I don't know what he's saying, but Oscar cashes in looking at the floor before Tobias hits the locker behind him and leaves.

I'm running after him, without really knowing why. I see him go into the indoor gymnasium, and follow him. Once it’s inside, it’s my turn. I see that there is no one there and that he is plunged into the dark. Finally, not long, since Sasha activates the central switch and all the lights come on. I hide behind the stands so he doesn't see me and he rushes into the boys' locker room. 

What the hell is he doing?

I quickly climb into the dressing room from above to get an overview. When he comes out, he is in sports gear and this time goes to the room that contains the equipment. He pulls out one carpet, then two. I frown as I put my bag on the chair next to me and sit on her neighbor. I bring her closer and see him pull a punching ball hanging from some kind of post.

He doesn't waste another minute before putting on boxing gloves and banging in it. It does not stop, hits faster, stronger. I see the sweat pouring down his neck and his breath accelerating. It is in a state I had never before, it is never as touched or even weak as in this moment. Because yes, the only thing I see is a boy totally out of control, tapping into a punching ball to let off steam. I am a spectator of his letting go, I hear him screaming and giving powerful blows, I see him run out before falling to the ground, completely emptied.

The screams he could have pushed gave me chills. Tobias looks so vulnerable and alone. I decide to leave the dressing room, at the sound of the door his gaze rises towards me. He doesn't show me any emotion while I'm coming down. When I get to him, I put my bag on the edge of the carpet, take off my shoes and put myself behind the punching-ball in order to help him evacuate everything he feels.

He asks me to look at my eyes and says:

"You should leave Harmony. You don't have to do anything here. 

-      Tobi...

-      No, please get out of here. He says firmly.

-      Tape. I was stubborn and above all determined.

-      No, get out of the way.

-      Tape!! I was screaming, frowning.

-      But damn it, you can't leave me alone! Does he scream, kicking in and crying."

He collapses before my eyes, weeping with tears. I feel like I'm seeing my friend again but I'm divided between taking him in my arms or running away because that's what he wants and knowing that I saw him like that should not please him. Especially since I could use that against him, using Melora and Jaison but I can’t, I’m not like that. Despite all that he has fiat, that he is also taken from me of his life and more talked about overnight, he was my friend and he still count for me.

I've seen him break and I know he's playing something dangerous and despite the harm he afflicts and inflicts on us I can't let him down after what I just saw.

I crouched in front of him, putting a hand on his lap because he got into a ball. It looks so delicate... He raises his head, and I don't take another moment before I hold him against me. After five long minutes, he ends up clinging to me, as if I were his lifeline, weeping with tears against my shoulder. I have never had a contact like that with him.

When we were friends, we were close but refusing to be approached physically speaking and in the face of this gesture I know he needs me and I will not let go. He clings more and more to me, and I tighten my grip around him by starting to rock him and tell him to evacuate everything and that I am able to listen to him if he needs anything, it    is my choice and whatever anyone can tell me, I will not be made to regret the decision I had tonight.