In the past, there was a secret that I had been keeping, but with the passage of time, it had faded from my memory until it resurfaced today. As I reflected on this long-forgotten secret, I couldn't help but blurt out my feelings, almost involuntarily. I muttered under my breath, "I actually liked you before." This admission of my suppressed emotions was buried in a crumpled letter that I had denied giving to Laia. My heart began to race wildly as I struggled to process my own words. A rush of blood flooded my head, and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me as I realized the implications of what I had just revealed. In a quiet and hesitant voice, I whispered Laia's name, hoping to gauge her reaction and whether she had overheard my confession. Sitting in the driver's seat, I found myself unable to look away from Laia. My eyes remained fixed upon her face, entranced by her tranquil beauty. The silence that enveloped us was absolute, and the only sounds I could hear were the fain
My dad's gaze was steady and intense as he looked at me, his expression was reflecting the seriousness of his question.“How far along is Laia?” he repeated, his voice was assertive and clear, leaving no room for confusion.My heart began to race as I struggled to find the right words. My mind was a blur as I tried to come up with an explanation, but my dad seemed to sense my distress and soften his tone.“Take your time, son. I understand this might be difficult for you to talk about, but we're here to support you and Laia,” he said, his voice filled with understanding and concern. I could sense the genuine care and concern in his eyes as he waited for me to speak.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and calm the racing of my heart. I knew this was going to be a difficult conversation, but I had to be honest. “She's about two months along,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy on m
Sienna's expression contorted in confusion and shock as she stared at me. Her voice was filled with a mix of emotions as she spoke, "She told me just recently. Just a few months ago, she contacted me again and told me about your son," she whispered, glancing nervously at Laia who seemed to be unaware of our conversation.I felt a knot form in my stomach as I tried to make sense of what Sienna was saying. "There is no proof of her claim yet. Laia is my wife now," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."Wait! You're married?!" Sienna exclaimed, her voice rising in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked at me with a mixture of shock and disbelief."When did this happen? I thought I would be the one to design your wedding dress," she said, her voice filled with disappointment.She had previously boasted about the opportunity to create the gown for the person I would marry.My mom was trying to comfort her though she's casually chuckling at Sienna's whining. Laia was also smiling wit
I placed my hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I can teach you," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be the one to show you what it means to be loved, and how it feels to be in love," I added, looking into her eyes intently, trying to convey my true feelings through my gaze.I hesitated for a moment, as I struggled to find the right words to express my feelings, but I knew I had to be honest with her. "Laia, I know this might be the wrong time and place, but I have to tell you, I love you. I've loved you for a while now, and I want to be with you, to make you happy, to be your partner, your confidant and your best friend." I said, my voice filled with emotion, as I waited for her reaction, hoping that my confession would be met with the same feelings."Don't add me to your list of conquests," she said, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism and irritation. "Even though I may not be attuned to the emotions of others, I can still tell when someone is holding
"Laia, wait," I said as I followed her into the bedroom. "What do you mean he killed your mother? Can you please explain?" She let out a sigh as she sat down on the bed, her gaze seemed distant as she spoke. "My mother was a kind and gentle woman, but my father was never satisfied with her. He always wanted more, more money, more power, more prestige. He would constantly belittle and berate her. He also used to get angry that my mother never gave birth to a son. It took a toll on her mental and emotional well-being. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and took her own life. I was only six years old at the time." I was filled with a mixture of anger and sadness as I heard her story. "Are you telling me this happened when we were in first grade?" I asked in shock and disbelief. "Yes, it was coincidentally before you suddenly bit me just because I don't want to play with you," she replied as she smiled bitterly, her eyes still distant as she remembered the past. "I'm so sorry, La
As the fireworks continued to burst and lit up the sky with their vibrant colors and beautiful shapes, my mind was consumed with thoughts and emotions. The possibility of losing Laia, and not being able to express my true feelings for her, was unbearable. I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to find the words to express my feelings. I realized then that my feelings for her went beyond simple liking, they were deep and profound, I loved her and the thought of losing her was unbearable. My heart felt heavy with emotion as I grappled with the gravity of my feelings.Laia seemed to have forgotten her previous question as we walked through the crowded streets after the fireworks display had ended. I couldn't fully appreciate the stunning display because of her question which still lingered in my mind.Her question had left me feeling unbalanced and uncertain, and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest. I knew I needed to come up with a
As I leaned into her shoulder, I felt her tense up, her body stiffening in response to my presence. I knew that my words were falling on deaf ears, as I had already missed my chance to make things right. The past was set in stone, and there was nothing I could do to change it. I couldn't take back the hurtful things I had said and done, and I was left to face the consequences of my actions. "I know that you may not trust me right now. I'm not asking for forgiveness or for you to believe me. I just want to express my sincerest apologies for hurting you in the past," I said, my voice filled with remorse as I met her gaze, trying to convey the depth of my regret. "I don't know if it still matters now, but back then, I didn't hate you. I have been just sad because I thought of you as my only friend. And I already knew it was you who wrote the letter I showed you. Your handwriting is quite unique, it would have been hard for you to deny it," she said, smiling at me as she climbed into bed
Carlo's face contorted in disbelief as he locked my head in his arms. "Dude, I thought you were here to console me. I just went through a break-up, and now you're getting territorial about your wife in front of me? That's harsh, man," he murmured, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice.I wriggled out of his grasp, laughing. "Come on, I was just teasing. You were staring a little too intently at her," I said, trying to lighten the mood.Carlo let out a deep belly laugh, collapsing onto the couch as Laia looked on in confusion. "Alright, enough of this. Let's eat. I prepared breakfast for us," she called out, gesturing towards the dining table.With a groan, Carlo pulled himself off the couch and made his way to the table, with Laia and I following closely behind.The spread before us was truly a sight to