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And I can't define that feeling. I don't know if it's good, or bad.

"I don't know," I admitted in all honesty. "I honestly don't understand my own feelings, Antonio." The frustration in my voice was clear. Antonio stared at me like I'd just confessed to the most impossible thing. His jaw dropped slightly as he shook his head in utter disbelief. “I can't believe this.” He muttered. "Help me, I don't understand my own thoughts and feelings. It's so confusing," I urged, frustrated by the confusion I was feeling. "You're supposed to be my right hand man. Explain this strange feelings plainly to me so I'll understand." I choked out.

“In fact, I don’t know......” Kate lowered her head, letting the cold wind mess up her long hair. “Perhaps I will always feel ashamed about liking him. After all, he is my brother. “I let him see me when I was most embarrassed. I really feel ashamed to see him again.” Immediately, she raised her head to face the wind and closed her eyes. “Ah, now that I’ve told you, I feel a lot more relaxed.” “Kate, if you can’t stop yourself from liking him, why not try to get to know him again with another identity? Erase everything in the past and start from scratch.”

I ask after a moment, my voice still choked, like it doesn’t belong to me at all, or maybe that’s how I usually sound, but it is just now that I realise it how hard it is for me to speak? Katerina’s eyes are wide, open, honest. So damn honest, it hurts. Still, I don’t look away. “Well, it’s about… regret, wishing to be understood without words, stuff like that, I think.” I have no idea why it hits me harder than it should. Wishing to be understood without words, like it’s possible, like anyone would ever care so much. Yeh, a little smile pulls the corners of my lips despite my better judgement. “You think?”

"A woman's appearance is important. You're all alone in a foreign country. You don't have to tough it out all the time. Sometimes, talking about what's bothering you can help." Kate's lashes fluttered, and she murmured, "What's the point of talking?" No one would understand her. They'd just say she got what she deserved and had brought it on herself.

Kate asked me, "What is this?" Then Kate separated from me and I felt a real sense of sadness in my heart as I tried to explain to them, "Is this not like this?" "It's not like this?". I ran my hands through my hair and wondered how I could feel for them both. Jasmine asked, "Then what is it like?" Kate also joined and said, "Yes, can you tell me what it's like?"

I admitted reluctantly, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. Carla's brows furrowed in confusion. "But why does it matter what he thinks?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. I hesitated, unsure of how to stop the conflicting emotions raging within me. "I don't know," I confessed, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over me. Carla stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to figure it out right now," she reassured me, her voice a soothing balm to my troubled mind.

Azael disappeared, and I felt like I was drowning in a bathtub of ice water. It's our body; it's finally dying, Kate said sadly. What do we do? I don't know; I have no idea how to blossom or how to help you. This is something you have to do yourself, all by yourself, Kate said. And I felt terrified. I couldn't believe what was happening; I felt so alone and adrift that I cried, as hard as my baby cried. I felt like a bad mother, like a fool incapable of solving something so big.

How I want to have an iPhone. I sighed, "You seriously don't know how to detect sarcasm on someone's sentence." Sophie put down her iPhone and looked at me. "But, well. If you know and if you could share what you know. Why not?" I said, raising my hands and doing these weird as fuck gestures I do whenever I feel worried and… you know, ashamed of my stupidity. Fuck it, Kath. Why are you so indecisive?

I remembered him as this generous and sweet person who always gives us presents, treats and good advice. I’m trying to picture a what if scene right now like what I’ve been doing for the past day. What if my uncle Paul was still in touch with us? What if my dad had not disowned him? I might probably be calling him right at this moment and I’m most probably asking him some questions to get to know and understand myself better. This is the very first time that I feel lost at this sea of questions, that I feel confused and that I feel utterly scared. This is the first time that I don’t know anything about myself. I don’t know if I’m gay or if I’m even something. I don’t know what I am and right