There are times when you want to know if what people say is really true. Whether those close to you are for you or against you. When you can't really understand each one, you have to make a choice. You have to decide if you want to continue to live a lie, or stay together, hoping to see the truth one day. I couldn't understand the feelings that were going through me when I heard Pierre on the phone. — I know, dammit! His voice was hard, cold. “I have to protect you. The other person was talking, I assumed, with silence on this side. Then I heard Pierre banging on the table. “Fuck you, Yohan. I know what's best for her. And I'm doing this to protect you. There was another silence, then Pierre spoke again. “She's a fucking Harrison, what did you expect? He growled. My blood ran cold. He was talking about me. What was he saying? Who is he talking to? “I'll lie to her if it means she's staying with me. I want to protect you. Does he care about me? That's it? I don'

- 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

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

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