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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Did I do something wrong? Her father said, somewhat confused.
“I don’t think so, sir, and your daughter seems to be having a hard time,” I replied.
“Did you also notice? We’ve been trying to cheer her up for days, but we don’t want to stifle her either.” Diana’s father said.
“I understand. Sometimes you just have to be patient, and when she feels comfortable, I’m sure she will tell you what’s wrong.” I said while giving him a sincere smile.
The man just shrugged, trying to convince himself of my words.
The end of the day had arrived, the aisles were complete, the reservations were sold out, this summer was a success. As I entered my father’s room, I could see him jotting down the bills on his desk. For my part, I just dropped into bed, and I had deflated. It had been a very tiring day.
“Good job today, son.” My father said without looking away fr
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“Wow, it’s my friend Greg.” I heard a voice behind me, for a moment I thought my heart would jump out of my chest when I turned around I could see that it was only Sofia.“A night walk?” I said, a little doubtful.“Yes, I was surprised to see you around here. So I came to say hello.” She said.Her mischievous tone had wholly disappeared. Now she looked like a normal girl, without any exaggeration. Slight fatigue was noticeable in her eyes.“And what brought you to the hotel?” I said without having much in mind to talk about. I turned my gaze back to the landscape.She replied, “I heard the advertisements on television for the healing properties of the hot springs, and I thought it would be a good idea to try treating my ankle. An important competition is coming up, and I don’t want to miss it.”Suddenly I felt how Sofia supported her shoulder with mine.“Yes
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I let out another sigh, Franklin in an attempt to accompany me in feeling, he put his hand on my shoulder as he nodded.I went through the hotel to the different pools with a market cart carrying endless towels. A few minutes had passed since he had started to deliver when I stopped for a moment, the sun wasn’t helping me. I sighed in an attempt to get energy when I felt a tap on my back. It was Franklin gesturing for me to follow him. We sat in one of the chairs that were protected from the sun with a beach umbrella.“In the end, you got something with the girl,” Franklin said to me as he extended his hand to give me a drink.I took it, and while I was drinking the guava juice, I asked myself if I should answer or not. In the end, Franklin was a hotel worker, but we weren’t friends.“The truth is, no,” I said without much enthusiasm.“Come on, brother, nothing happened? The two seemed to get along so well.
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“Greg, do you want us to meet in the evening? They told me that there is a full moon today.” She asked.“I would love to,” I said, stuttering.“You don’t have to be nervous, or should you?” Diana said apparently she hadn’t realized this had all the earmarks of being a date.After a few seconds, Diana realized what was going through my mind. “See you there at 8 in the evening.” She said as she got up and walked quickly away. Then in the distance, she stopped for a moment and looked back to see if I was still there.Seeing her, I gave her a shy smile. She answered me with another one. Then she continued walking until she disappeared into the crowd. I sat for a while in the sun, it had been a curious situation, but this time, it would be my opportunity. I got up and looked for Franklin. In the distance, he could be seen fooling around with the older women.Already in my room, the meeting time
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“Yeah, right?” Diana looked at me innocently, and she looked like a child. With excellent energy overflowing.We went through several stores where we bought them some snacks and drinks.“And what can you tell me about your family?” She asked.“Mm… We are a small family of five.” I answered.“Wow. Wait, is that all?” She replied.I didn’t want to lie, but I don’t think mentioning that my father is the owner of all this is a good idea.“Yes. It is very deep knowledge. Use it wisely.” I saw how she frowned at me, and I could only shrug my shoulders and give her my best smile.We arrived at the entrance to the hot springs. Although it was not directly next to the hotel, the hotel was the entrance to the mountain, as well as the stairs to climb. There were a lot of small businesses and independent sellers on the way to the hot springs. They made the climb an enj
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I explained, “I feel that if I try something with you now, it will just be false because what you need at this moment is affection. But not the affection of a lover, if not the affection of the people who love you.”Diana looked confused. She took some distance, but the atmosphere did not change, yet we were in tune.“I think I understand you, Greg. Then it’s just a matter of waiting, right?” Her eyes became teary, and she felt rejected.So I only had one option left.I took her cheeks as gently as I could with my hands. I approached slowly to her and kissed her tenderly on her lips. It wasn’t a kiss from a lover. It was just a kiss from a complete stranger who had fallen in love with someone completely unknown.Although it was an instant, it seemed eternal, and I really had not felt this way with anyone before. It was my first time in love.“Are you sure of this?” She said as she wiped away he
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I assumed that I was not sleeping and then crying like a cupcake, exhausted by what little strength I had left.With the help of dad, we arrived early to my room, and now there was dad, Sofia, and me.We found her on our way through the corridors, and there was no way she would let us go without her company. I explained the situation a bit without giving too many details. She gave me a hug one sincere smile, and then they both left.I tried to sleep, but the pain in my chest didn’t go away. I could still remember how Diana yelled at me to go and then see her hug that guy.It seemed utterly impossible to me after seeing her cry. But still she...The tiredness took hold of me in that instant. The burning of the eyes beat me.The next day you could hear the rain falling. I could feel the stinging in your eyes, even were burning for what happened the day before. I let out a sigh wishing that all this pain will go away with that breath.
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When I least expected it, Diana appeared behind Sofia.“I’ll leave you alone.” She said as she slowly walked away from us.“How are you guys doing?” I asked.“Greg, I’m sorry. I felt confused, okay? We just passed that wonderful moment and- and he appears, I-” She stuttered.“You made a decision Diana,” I said.“But Greg, it wasn’t what I-” She stuttered again.“So how am I supposed to interpret what you did? To think that it was only confusion and that I was just a mistake? Did you think that the same jerk who took advantage of you would actually change from one day to the next? The same one who treats you as if you were only an object,”I felt anger welling up from me. But seeing her there with the same look with which we had met, I could not continue complaining to her.I let out a sigh and then ran out of the lobby wi
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"Ah?" I lacked words."Well, you see, the miserable of Enrique is a wealthy person.""Hmm,” I said in a cold and monotonous tone.“He told me to ask for whatever I wanted, and I couldn't help but think about the conversation that we had with your family in the hot springs. So I got a boat out of him.” She said."What? Let me see if I understand. This man came to buy your forgiveness, and what you came up with was to get a boat out of him?" I asked."Aha, and I also took out these wireless earphones, then I dumped him." She said.She looked like a child, speaking so innocently of her evil plans."When I referred to compensation, a ship was not what I meant.""But it is great, isn’t it?" She asked."Diana…" I said.“I'm an idiot, sorry Greg. Seriously, it's just that when we were coming down from the mountains, I couldn't help but to feel like before when I saw that douchebag of
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She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
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Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
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“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
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For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
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In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder
