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2026-05-01 02:42:25I had to pull the phone away from my ear because Kate wouldn’t stop screaming, and at this rate, I was sure I’d end up deaf. I had barely told her about the dinner and my mom’s idea when she started overflowing with excitement, as if she’d just won the lottery.
“I can’t believe it! I CAN’T believe it! We’re going to the concert! Your mom said yes!” “Kate, wait—there’s a condition,” I replied cautiously. Truth was, if there were no tickets left, I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. “I know, I know, Cams, but the important thing is that she said yes. I’ll get Jacob’s ticket right now; I’m sure there are still some available. Cams, I’m so happy—I can’t handle this excitement!” «God, if there are still tickets available, it must be for a reason…» “Yes, I’d noticed,” I laughed, picturing her jumping on her bed like a five-year-old. “Thank you so much, Cami, for coming with me.” “Well, you should probably thank Jacob instead. Mom had said no.” “That’s true!” There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before she added, “Wait—I completely forgot in all the excitement that it’s ‘Jacob’. How do you feel about that?” “Hmm… I don’t think I’ve really thought about it,” I admitted. “I was surprised he said yes.” And it was true. I’d been so eager to tell Kate we were going that I hadn’t stopped to think about what it meant to spend time with Jacob—without Mom or Dad around. I don’t think I’d ever been in a situation like that before. The closest thing to ‘hanging out alone’ was waiting together for the three minutes it took popcorn to finish in the microwave, without either of us saying a single word. “Yeah, that was definitely a surprise. I can’t picture Jacob at a concert like this. Does he even know suits aren’t part of the dress code?” That one made me laugh for real. Kate always managed to land a comment that perfectly wrapped up the moment. “I guess we’ll have to wait until Saturday to find out.” “I guess we will!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm apparently endless. Then she added, “We’re not going to talk about logistics just yet, right?” “We didn’t settle on anything specific, and for now, I’d rather not get into details. At the very least, we should wait until we confirm he actually has a ticket.” “I’m on it—just give me a couple more seconds…” While I waited, my mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to go to a concert with Jacob, how he would act. “All set. We officially have a ticket for our capeless hero.” “Are we sure we want to do this?” I asked. “Camiiila, obviously we’re super ultra mega sure. It’s Trollex—remember?” «It’s Jacob—remember.» “Well, I’m just saying… just to be one hundred percent sure,” I replied, trying to keep things light. “We’re a thousand percent sure!” Kate answered, far too enthusiastically. I couldn’t take this away from her—not because of my insecurities. We talked a while longer, laughing and saying ridiculous things about it, but as we did, I started to feel a different kind of unease. It was as if, beneath the surface of all that excitement, there was something I couldn’t quite name. A strange, undefined feeling that slowly settled in and followed me every time I thought about Saturday.
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Minutes turned into hours, then into days, and the days into weeks that drifted by like a thick fog—unhurried and shapeless. I returned to routines that no longer felt like mine. The only way I can describe that lethargic state is by saying I had become a zombie moving on inertia, copying everyone else’s gestures without judgment or intention. Kate was always nearby, with her laughter and spontaneous remarks, trying to pull me out of my thoughts. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Jacob began appearing again from time to time, always under the pretense of visiting my dad. He never stayed long; he didn’t seek to be alone with me. His gestures were more restrained, his words more measured, and yet one brief exchange of glances was enough to remind me of everything that had happened at the lake, at my house, in those silences we never knew how to name. He avoided mentioning it. So did I. Bu
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“How much?” Those words came out before I could stop them. Clear. Sharp. “What?” Jacob frowned. “Camila…?” my dad whispered, stunned. But I wasn’t looking at either of them. I was looking at Paul. “How much do you want?” Paul raised his eyebrows slowly, deliberately. “I don’t understand what you mean, sweetheart.” That word. «Sweetheart.» Spoken like a dirty hand laid on something that didn’t belong to him. “You know exactly what I mean. And don’t call me sweetheart.” I took a deep breath. “How much money do you want to leave me alone?” Paul opened his hands theatrically, like a mediocre actor. “Cams—” Jacob murmured, but I ignored him. He doesn’t call me like that, and I know he’s trying to soften things. “My mom didn’t talk much about you,” I co
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That night, my dad and I decided to cook together. An old jazz record played through the kitchen speaker, its soft notes wrapping around us like a blanket. My dad chopped tomatoes while I mixed a sauce, and between laughter, bad jokes, and spoons clinking against pans, the house felt like it used to. Warm. Like home. But the warmth shattered in a single second. My dad’s body went rigid, and the music’s glow dimmed instantly. The air shifted, as if an invisible cold had filled the room. “Camila, go up to your room,” he said in a grave voice, without taking his eyes off the window. “Dad, is something wrong?” I asked, feeling the blood drain from my face, my heart pounding harder at the sudden change. I didn’t know what was happening, but it was clear it wasn’t good—and that terrified me. “Go up, please. Don’t come out until I come get you, okay?” His eyes, heavy with anguish
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On Monday, after returning from the lake, the school routine felt almost absurd. The hallways were just as loud; teachers repeated their formulas and assignments, and yet I felt like I was on another plane altogether—as if I were carrying a secret written on my skin that no one else could see. At times, I even caught myself touching my wrist, as if some trace of what I’d lived might still be there. I didn’t share any morning classes with Kate, so I didn’t see her until recess. We sat in one of the school’s gardens, beneath the shade of a massive ash tree. The grass still held the morning dew, and the dampness immediately seeped through the fabric of my skirt, but I didn’t care. Groups of students spread out in loose circles, surrounded by laughter, phones, and coffee cups. It was the same scene as always… and yet I felt out of place. Kate was completely absorbed in telling me the plot of the series she was obsessed with, moving her han
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The rest of the weekend felt like I was floating through clouds, as if everything revolved around that moment on the mountain. We were never alone again, and neither of us mentioned what had happened, but the way we looked at each other told me something had changed. It was like a secret wrapped around us, a silent complicity that made me wonder whether what I felt was the memory of what had already happened… or the desire for it to happen again. The hours passed lightly, filled with laughter and games. We played charades until our faces hurt from overacting, watched the sunset by the lake, and saw a movie that—to my relief—wasn’t a horror film. Between jokes, Kevin and his friends seemed to compete to see who could make me laugh the hardest; sometimes they succeeded so well that my stomach hurt. And while I found it funny on the inside, outwardly, I made sure not to let those interactions linger too long. It wasn’t h
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