17 - Hazz

I sighed. A while ago, basically at the beginning of that friendship that began on a day when a letter from the bank was delivered to Emilia's mother's apartment and she came to return it to me, in which I noticed that she gave some signs of being interested in me. And not as a friend. In those days, I had made it very clear that I had no interest in getting involved with a younger girl. Emilia was twenty years old, we met when she was eighteen, even though she was of legal age, I never had any desire to exceed a limit beyond friendship. But in the last few days I was noticing that that hope was growing inside her again, but I was too empathetic to want to sound firm enough to push her away, so I tried to get around the situation.

"You need to eat so you don't get sick, Emi," I said in a low tone, using common sense. "Your mother already cares too much about your stepfather's shit, don't make her go through bigger problems with a sick daughter. Please, for her, for me, eat right. Not