- I will not! I exclaimed. - I promise. “No, we'll talk about it later. I'm going to get some sleep. Feel free. I kept looking at his back as he walked towards his room. I went to the kitchen and saw his cell phone on the table. A wicked smile appeared on my face. His cell phone didn't have a password. I looked in his contacts and sent a message to Dylan. At my house at 20:00. I'm cooking dinner ;-) I smiled when Dylan replied with a yes and a smiley face. I deleted the messages, put the phone back on the table, and started making dinner. An hour later, the doorbell rang, and I frowned. Damn, he was fast. But when I opened the door, what I saw was a very angry Pierre.My eyes widened. - What are you doing here? Before he can break into the apartment, I quickly get out and close the door behind me. Looking at his raised eyebrows, I felt the need to explain. “Adrian is sleeping. I don't want to wake you up. - Why you did not call me? You can always come and stay
Impulse. There is something there that certainly influences someone's decision. I didn't remember making impulsive decisions in my life before I met Pierre. I looked at the photo again. A horrible feeling of hurt flooded my heart as I saw the happy couple. Pierre had his arm around her, and the smile of love on his face was obvious. I put the picture back in the closet when I heard footsteps heading my way. I didn't know if there were tears in my eyes, so I rubbed them quickly just in case. I took out my cell phone and pretended I was taking a call. "Jennifer?" Adrian's voice came from behind the closed door. - Just a minute. I said, wiping my eyes again, and opened the door. - Apologies for the delay. My father called. - Everything is fine. Adrian smiled. “Dylan was just talking about how awesome you are. I forced a smile. - Of course I am. “Are you sure you're okay? Adrian looked doubtful, and I rolled my eyes at him. Pulling him out of the room, I spoke with f
Breathless and speechless. That's how I stayed. In fact, that's how Pierre was leaving me, since we met. But I didn't expect that from Pierre. Hell, I didn't expect anything. Not anytime soon, anyway. This was not the Pierre I knew. Pierre didn't make extravagant gestures like that, or at least not most of the time. He did little things, and I loved those little things. “You have a great admirer. said Frederich, amused. I rolled my eyes. — It's Pierre. "Lawrence?" For some reason that felt more like a statement than a question. — The one and only. I muttered. “As far as I know, you were his girlfriend. Frederich raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you're not telling me? I shook my head. “There's nothing between us. Frederich didn't look convinced. He gave me a look of pure disbelief. “You know I'm your father, right? I sighed sadly. “There's nothing, I swear. Maybe there was before, but no more. I think he noticed the expression on my face, because he
“I'm madly in love, man. I shook my head. “I can't believe what you just said. — I will. - Pierre murmured, shyly. I started to laugh softly, making Pierre smile beautifully at me, with a soft look on his face, which took my breath away. We drove in silence, and I was vaguely aware of the car following us. I knew it was Leon and Jake. They had become my shadow and were masters of looking like ghosts. My phone rang. It was Frederich. - Hey. I answered quickly, knowing he would think the worst if I didn't answer. 'Are you with Pierre?' he asked, looking amused for some reason. - Yea. I replied. — Well, have fun. Don't forget to come home for dinner. I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn't see me. “Did you call me for this? - Yea. I have work, I'll talk to you later, honey. He hung up and I caught myself smiling. - Who was? Pierre asked. — Frederich. 'Something important?' - No. “Are you okay, Jennifer? Pierre looked worried. I sighed. - Yea. Just a
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
Sometimes, just because you say a nice thing to a person who has hurt you, doesn't mean you're okay. Just because I told Pierre I loved him doesn't mean I forgave him. I was far from it, to be honest. And on the way to Frederich's house, I expressed my thoughts to him. “I know, Jennifer. He looked melancholy. “I wasn't expecting you to forgive everything like that. I looked into his face, concentrated. “I liked what you did, your gesture and all. I finally said after a while. “But you hurt me a lot, Pierre. And you still have secrets. I bet on what I said. I needed to play. Would he tell me if I played that way? The car almost swerved into the lane, causing me to scream, before Pierre brought it to a complete stop. "What do you mean I have secrets?" His voice was clipped, hard and filled with anger. “Everyone has secrets. And sometimes people vent. I shrugged my shoulders. “Only you don't tell anyone about yours. He turned to me, raising a perfect eyebrow. - Wha
When I thought of death, or even of heaven, I thought that a light in a long tunnel awaited us after passing from this life to the next. What I didn't expect was excruciating pain, pulsing fear, and finally, a strange sense of helplessness. I felt like a million hammers were hitting my entire body. I was expecting the hallelujah chorus or something. But I saw only darkness, watered by a dim light. Maybe my mind was vaguely aware of the beeps, the screams, and the people calling my name. I could see a stain that looked like someone asking me to keep my eyes open. But no matter how hard I tried to do it, I couldn't. My eyes felt like they had a ton on them. Then they fell of their own accord and a sigh escaped my lips as my body finally shut itself off completely. *** I wanted air. Darkness surrounded me. It was like I was underwater, and I couldn't breathe. But at the same time, I wanted to keep sleeping. A shock woke me, jolting me. My body seemed to levitate, as if I
Sometimes you want to hit a person right over the head. Preferably with a hammer or something similarly heavy to stop that person from being so stupid. Other times, you want to grab the person by the shoulders, shake them, and ask, "What are you thinking about life?" And sometimes you just want to kiss her until she realizes how stupid she is being. I squeezed my eyes shut and then looked at the figure of Pierre walking towards the door. Before he could leave, however, I stopped him. “If you leave, I'll haunt you forever, Lawrence. He turned around, surprised. — Haunt me? “I'm very close to pulling out those damn wires in my body. His face immediately transformed. - No! Jennifer, don't do this. “Come back here and put your ass in that chair. “I sounded bossy, but I didn't care. - It's all right. He looked like he was trying to calm a cornered animal. “I will sit down. Just don't do anything stupid. I squinted at him. He sat beside me, still wary. "Have you always