Life is not a dream

New atitude

My heart was calm, deep down I knew Sean was fine and would show up, but my mind kept spinning reproducing all the events of last week. I was looking forward to seeing Sean and seeing how he would react to me after our moment of sincerity.

As soon as I felt his presence my heart shot, I immediately looked back waiting for him to pass through the second door. I breathed deep relief when I saw him whole and without a single scratch. I didn't contain my smile when I saw his smile when he looked at me.

He quickly came to our table and immediately occupied the puff that was next to me, but not without first putting a gentle kiss on my face. Something was different about him and I didn't know what it was, but it was nice. His gaze was calm and smiling just like him.

"And then how was your week." He asked while he was still sitting.

“Hum... Well!" I was able to answer incredulously for this sudden interest.

"And your week how was it? Did you get home okay last week? Nothing happened to you?" My impatience got the better of me and I couldn't help but question.

He smiled upon realizing my tone of concern and in a serene voice said that everything went well and that he just missed me during the week.

I felt my face turn red and I was speechless while his gaze wouldn't let go of mine. Standing before me was a new Sean.

We were interrupted by a staff member, Cleo who addressed him asking what he wanted to drink and answering the question immediately.

Cleo- "So Sean, what do you want to drink? Let me guess a beer."

As Cleo prepared to write the request I looked at Sean with an air of disappointment that soon turned to pride when his voice intoned.

"No, no, no, no, no, For now I just want a cup of coffee and then it can be a juice." Cleo's cheese fell before Sean's words.

Everyone around us was amazed to see this new facet that Sean was demonstrating. He stayed by my side all night talking to me and being very affectionate. I couldn't help but imagine a whole new fantasy around this new personality. All I could imagine was that I was the woman he loved after all and his change of attitude was proof of that. He stopped drinking so often and before me he was always nice and even cared about me. He got up the courage and asked for my number so he could talk to me when he felt alone.

He worked as a vigilante and had to work many nights which was quite lonely and that´s why  there were times when he could not go to the bar.

 The night just went smooth and I was happy

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It was the middle of the afternoon and I was doing errands. I had already finished high school and was preparing to enter the world of work. I was taken by surprise when my phone rang and the number was unknown. I answered without hesitation and my heart stopped when on the other side of the phone a sweet voice appeared greeting me. That was him. Sean. He really called just like he promised.

Our conversation was quick and very informal.  The Costume, like how are you and what you're doing. The ending was what surprised me the most. He asked if he could text me at night if he felt alone. He was going to work through the night, and he'd like some company. Of course I said yes if he could get me awake.

Like I'm able to sleep.

That same night he sent me a message wishing me good night, but who can sleep after a message so cute and affectionate. We started exchanging several messages because I knew he couldn't sleep and my sleep had been gone for a long time. We remain almost night all exchanging messages and each more affectionate than the other. I couldn't contain my excitement every time he said he missed me and wished I was there on his side, and how I wished I was.

Many other nights and days followed when we exchanged messages and not just while he worked. Several times he called me too and hearing his voice on the other side of the phone without all that noise from the bar was amazing. His voice was even softer and at the same time deep that easily ingrained in me transmitting chills all over my body. After all it wasan´t only his touch and his look that had this effect on me. His voice had the same power.

It felt like we were finally moving on to something else, something beyond friendship and I was happier than ever. My fantasies developed faster and deeper. I couldn't control myself anymore. I longed more and more to be close to him and allow a relationship to flourish between us.

For a while it was like that. Sean was nicer to me and very caring. He seemed to really like me the same way I liked him and I increasingly believed he was the woman he loved. Our conversations were increasingly frequent and I can even say that a little romantic.

Our nights at the bar were spent in each other's company almost even alienated from the rest of the environment. It looked like no one else was there. No one else cared.

We continued to sing our song together, but I still couldn't look at it during that moment. Not with all those people looking at us.  At the end of the song the usual chanting in the room with everyone asking us to kiss, but of course I kept running away from the stage at full speed. Mine and our´s first kiss wouldn't be there on stage. It would have to be a lot more romantic. One day I could even hear his friend Mark saying, "Come on, Sean, she is the one you love." 

I swear at that moment my face turned to bright red. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

Is that confirmation of my suspicions that he loved me?