“You don’t inspire me anymore”

Zuzia: 

You don’t inspire me anymore.  Yes, exactly, you’ve understood correctly.  

The sudden pain in my chest was, to my shock, quite paralyzing. Hmmmm, the reaction is stronger than I expected, it occured to me. The surprise on the face, the smile that got shadowed. How was it? It was hard, it still cost me some pain but the effect was the one I wanted. I had to be honest. After all, after such a disaster I evoked,  what else could I do? Suicide? I am not that melodramatical. And I still have some things to do in here.  
Her facial expression… When she realized that I cheated on her, she started to cry . She was brave, I must admit. She was desperately trying to pretend her cry was a mere sobbing.  Long term friendship we ‘ve built  like a foreign language let me understand perfecty what she was going through. I took a breath and while  grabbing my things I took a last glance of that blonde girl with whom I shared literally everything. Maybe that’s what has led us to the end. We had too much in common. Even him.

 Her eyes widely open, eyeslashes moving up and down when I communicated her what had happened last Friday. I had no other choice, she should’ve known that. There was nothing I could do about the situation. He texted me to ask for an advice. Of course I didn’t plan it! Do you really think I am such a friend? The conversation took a wrong direction; we could stop, we could start gossiping about the latest Sherlock episode,  but no, her, stupid, asked me finally ”Did you kiss each other?”, what could I do,  I told her the truth.

I opened my eyes, still feeling pain in the chest. “You don’t inspire me anymore”, said the face in the mirror.

Inés: 

– You don’t inspire me anymore.

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And that’s it.

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You simply don’t.

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