Biggest Regret

(Avery’s Thoughts)

It’s been three days since K and Art’s visit. It’s also been three days since Dmitri called me. Now, I can’t get what Art said off my mind.

But I instantly shake the thought off everything it enters my mind, “There’s no way Dmitri is gay. First, he is good in bed. Second, he loves women. And third, he loves me very much.”

“Don’t forget the word bisexual!” thought comes in.

So I block it, “But there are no signs of being one.”

“Then why can’t he marry you instead. Why did that Macau brat say those things?”

“That’s because Dmitri is afraid of marriage itself, given what happened to his mom and dad,” I convince myself, countering every negative thought.

“Then, who did Art see at that party? You know that Art would never lie or make a story.”

“Probably it was an honest mistake, or maybe, it looked like Dee.”

“Then why did Dmitri frown when Art calls him DeAndre?”

“I wouldn’t be happy either if someone mistakenly call me by other nam