I take Forman to an empty room where I can be alone with him.
I try to contain my raging nerves after seeing Forman at the gym. I control it in the best possible way I can. He flinches under my touch. Pressing my lips together, I withdraw my hand and close the door behind me.
“Go away, Forman! Why do you even come here? Go away and never come back!”
He is scared of me and it's natural. I abused him. And that's why I don't understand why he shows up here. He should be complaining against me, doing everything he can to make sure I never touch him again.
“Dad doesn't listen to me," he mumbles, standing at a safe distance from me. It's hard to grasp why a father won't listen to his son. But who a
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Celeste's POV: Fall in love. Why do we fall in love? Why do we not rise in love? To me, that phrase seems scary. It screams the inevitable pain of being heartbroken. Falling. It is guaranteeing that you'll suffer, you'll bleed, you'll be hurt but you'll be in love. Sounds wretched. Is love really worth it all, the pain and the pleasure? I fell in love with Kevin when I was 16. I didn't know what it meant. Now, I think it means to accept and appreciate the one you love, embrace their flaws and work together to be a better person. I stayed with Kevin at my house when he had a breakdown after he lost the match. He was drunk and angry. Plinio di
Plinio's POV:The primrose is dead. Its leaves have gone brown and withered. The once bright yellow flowers have fallen to the soil. I watered it regularly and the sunlight was enough. Heck, I even had my breakfast beside it. Maybe it's the change of environment or maybe I didn't take care of it properly. But it's dead.Celeste didn't let me throw it out. She asked me to check its stem. I told her it's still rigid and she told me to have some patience. Hence, the primrose is still on my table.Celeste is awfully stressed these days. She's not ignoring me or flunking algebra and is still laughing at my silly jokes but something feels off. She falls silent during our conversations earlier than usual and wanders off in her thoughts.
Plinio's POV: "That was freaking awesome!" Celeste squeals after the performance are over. "I didn't even know you can play guitar." I tell her that I bought it recently from the shop next door to the Coffee Canteen. Although I am pretty bad at it she says I'll excel with time. Whatever that means. "There's one more thing," I wiggle my eyebrows and take her inside the hall. "I'll have a heart attack at this rate, Plinio. What is it now?" She tugs at my arm as her eyes study the place another time. I don't answer her for obvious reasons, a surprise is a surprise. Then I find the woman I've been searching for, the in-charge of this cente
Plinio's POV: "I'm going to meet your Aunt!?" Celeste is freaking out again. "Right now? Plinio, are you in your senses?" "Celes -" "Don't Celeste me right now," she snaps. "Do you even realize how spontaneous this is? You can't just say 'let's go meet my Aunt' after we had a weird encounter with Darcy and an almost argument between us. Urgh, where did I put my bottle?" Apparently, the last part was for herself because she reaches for the bottle before I can and finishes it in a few sips. "Actually, you know what?" She throws the empty bottle in the back seat. "Let's go meet your Aunt."