Chapter 05 : Quality time. Part II
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« Try harder, Alyanna. Tell me what you’re going to do if he wants to see you again. »
I hide my face in my hands and sigh. I have asked myself this question so many times since yesterday and I do not know what to answer.
« Why would he want to see me again? » He already has a girlfriend, he forgot about me.
I realize that saying these words hurts me more than it should.
If only it were possible to get people out of our hearts as we would like.
Again and again, these images haunt me. I see him kissing and whispering sweet words to this woman. Probably telling her that he loves her and would not want anyone else. I know it hurts to think about it, but I can’t help it.
I’m angry, jealous, disappointed when I shouldn’t be! I have not moved on and that truth terrifies me.
« What if he still loves you? »
« I thought you hated him? » I asked, surprised that she wants me to confess that I still have feelings for him.
« That’s right. I hate him for what he did to you and the tears you shed for him over these years. But I know you never stopped loving him or thinking about him and maybe, I don’t know, he had a good reason to be gone like that. » She said to me, taking a sip of her coffee.
Good reason to be gone? Maybe. But the thing is that he cut off my connections after he left, which was cruel, very cruel to inflict on someone he said he loved. I have already thought about it and even though I had turned the situation in every way, I did not understand anything about his silence.
There is nothing worse than silence when you love someone.
I would have preferred that he left me to tell me that he did not love me anymore and that I was free to move on, but he never did.
He never said anything and I, I remained captive of this love.
« He had thirteen years and therefore millions of opportunities to call me, to seek me to explain himself and he never did. Why would he do now? That’s not what you do to someone you love. Let’s just continue to hate him, it’s much better. »
Even though I don’t hate him in the end. It’s easier for me this way. She raises her hands in the air, a sign that she will not bring this topic back on the table.
That’s why I love you, Andrea.
« Speaking of hating, there is a man I found really despicable yesterday. Just thinking about his pretentious face, I want to stick my fist in his face » She exclaims, clenching her fists as if the man was in front of her.
« Really ? Who are you talking about? »
Her face is crumpled and I can’t help but laugh at the ugly look she wears. Andrea always exaggerates, but you have to know that if she doesn’t like you, you’re in a bad way.
She can be a terrible pest when she wants to.
« The man with whom Declan was, the one who organized the party. » She said to me, as if to say her name would burn his tongue.
My smile widened because of her face of disgust. I had almost forgotten him when he knew my true identity.
Anyway, if he wanted to talk, I would have seen my face on all the networks.
Oh my god! Just thinking about it makes my heart beat. It would be terrible if people found out that I was behind the mask all along.
« Oh, you mean Vincenzo Russo? Why do you react like that? He’s quite handsome. » I said
She pretends to spit something on the floor and takes a serious look.
« Don’t ever say that again, Alyanna. This guy is despicable and I’m weighing my words! You should have seen him, full of himself, arrogant to top it all by demanding that no one interrupt you and leave you alone. I only had a desire, to give him a good slap in the face, it would not have hurt him! »
she said clenching her fists.
Shirley told me that it got bad between Vincenzo and Andrea while I was talking to Declan, but I never thought she would hate him so quickly! He must have really pissed her off. I haven’t seen him much, but it’s true that he always had women stuck to him and he kissed them all.
That kind of man is my phobia. But if Declan told him who I was behind the mask, they must be very good friends. I don’t know about the Declan of today, but the one I knew was only surrounded by people of quality.
« You’re not exaggerating a little? He was rather cordial. We were well received and paid generously while I had stopped dancing. »
I will never make that mistake again. It could have cost us a lot, this moment of weakness on my part. Vincenzo did not mention it and congratulated us, saying he was impressed and that he might call us back. I’m not very excited to go back to his place. I don’t want to see Declan again.
« Anyway, I didn’t like him and I hope we don’t dance for him anymore »
« We agree on that point. » I replied.
A part of me wants to see Declan again and ask him the questions I always asked myself, and the other part, the more reasonable one, tells me that it would be better if i didn’t and that we should each continue our lives on our own as we have done so far.
I would like that the reasonable part tries to make it understand to my heart because since my eyes have plunged in his, he wants only one thing: to see him again.
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