Chapter sixty-one

Luke Fagundes

That night took a long time to pass. At least I had that impression. I didn’t connect with those things anymore. While I had a glass of juice and my old friends, at least for a long time I called them, laughed at me, the rest of them got drunk, sinking into a fake fun. How many times did I do that, get drunk and smile to hide how unhappy my life was?

What made the night almost unbearable was the fact that Tayná stayed by my side, insinuating how much she would like to stay with me that night. The Luke of the past wouldn’t pass up that chance. He would have already dragged the girl to his room and had fun. But I had no interest in hanging out with her or anyone else at that party. People pretend to be happy I’m back, but I doubt they helped look for me when I was supposedly missing.

Soon they all left, and I could finally breathe in peace.

— Didn’t you like the party, Luke? – Helena sat next to me on the sofa – he looked bored, as if he had a weight on his back.

— I only