"Yes, yes, I am gay," Antonio's affirmation echoed persistently in my ears, the weight of those words sinking in like an anchor. As I gazed into the mirror, days after that heart-wrenching incident, my eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over. The sheer honesty of his admission shattered my heart into a million pieces.It felt surreal, like a dream I desperately wished to wake up from, yet the harsh reality persisted. I couldn't comprehend why, but my tears seemed to flow incessantly, blurring my reflection as I stared at myself in the mirror. The mirror, once a simple reflective surface, now bore witness to my inner turmoil and the storm raging within me.The sound of that word—"gay"—hung heavy in the air, its impact reverberating in the depths of my being. Both day and night, I found myself succumbing to fits of uncontrollable sobbing. This level of brokenness was foreign to me, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was as if the very foundation of my world had
“Olga!” a voice snapped, causing my attention to swiftly shift towards the door. My eyes widened, a surge of shock coursing through me, as I beheld the unexpected figure standing at the room’s entrance. “Dima,” I gasped, my mouth agape in astonishment, my heart racing in sync with the surprise that had just unveiled itself.There he was, Dima, standing by the doorway, a soft and almost hesitant step bringing him further into the room’s embrace. His gaze remained locked onto me, and I found myself struggling to contain the whirlwind of emotions that swept through me. Rising from the comfort of the bed, I stood rooted to the spot, akin to a mannequin frozen in time, encapsulated by the sheer intensity of the moment.“My Olga,” Dima murmured, a heartwarming smile gracing his lips. His eyes sparkled with a palpable sense of happiness, a reflection of the joy that seemed to emanate from deep within him. A subtle transformation had taken place in him since our last encounter. His beard, now
I entered the room without bothering to knock, my eyes brimming with eagerness as I sought to uncover the enigma that lay before me. Dima and Guila stood in such close proximity that it was impossible to ignore, causing my gaze to narrow as their unexpected presence startled me. "Dima?" I gasped, my voice betraying my shock, my eyes darting back and forth between Guila and Dima as I tried to decipher the situation that had unfolded."Olga," Guila's voice sliced through the air, her eyes narrowing in response to my intrusion. My mind whirled, struggling to piece together the puzzle that had suddenly materialized. The notion of Dima and Guila sharing a connection had never crossed my mind before, leaving me awestruck by their seemingly intimate stance, like old confidantes."What's happening? Dima, you're here with Guila?" I faltered, my words stumbling over each other as I attempted to make sense of the scene unraveling before me. The waves of astonishment that washed over me seemed t
I entered the room with a silent grace, a tranquil demeanor masking the whirlwind of emotions within me. My efforts were dedicated to avoiding even the slightest acknowledgment of Antonio's presence. I acted as if he had not stepped foot into the room alongside me. My destination was the bed, and with deliberate intent, I eased myself onto it, the mattress providing a gentle embrace that momentarily eased the tension that lay beneath the surface.I sensed his gaze upon me, a fleeting moment where his eyes lingered. But I steadfastly denied him the satisfaction he sought—the gaze he yearned for from me. I remained on the bed, my form supine and seemingly at peace. Meanwhile, Antonio engrossed himself in his digital pursuits, the glow of his iPad casting an ethereal glow across his features. In the shadows at the other end of the room, an ember of anger smoldered within me, its intensity matched only by the darkness that concealed it.My emotions teetered on the precipice, a tempestuous
“Where are you?” I inquired as I stepped into Guila’s room, but my eyes couldn’t locate her presence within its confines. The room appeared devoid of activity, and after my question, an air of silence enveloped the space.Exhibiting patience, I allowed myself to absorb the surroundings. A moment of tranquility unfolded, only to be interrupted by a distant noise that reached my ears.“Guila!” I called out, a sense of urgency in my voice, as I instinctively moved in the direction of the sound.From the depths of the bathroom, Guila’s voice echoed back to me, breaking the stillness. “I’m in the shower,” she shouted, her words reaching me like an echo through the tiled walls. It was in that instance of realization that I connected the dots: the auditory sensation I had picked up was indeed the rhythmic symphony of water cascading onto the bathroom floor."Okay," I responded softly, my words carrying a mixture of resignation and acceptance. With that, I retraced my steps and navigated my w
"Please, take care of Antonio," Guila stuttered, blood gushing out from the sides of her mouth, her eye bulging out. I could see life slipping away from her body, her skin growing paler by the second."Yes, I promise to take care of Antonio. But you're going to be here to take care of him too," I insisted, tears streaming down my face. My trembling hand cupped her cheek, while the other hand held hers tightly, as if trying to anchor her to this world.My heart raced, pounding like a drumbeat. Seeing Guila in that fragile state felt like a punch to my gut. I longed to trade places with her, to bear her suffering. She seemed so defenseless, and I was overwhelmed with a deep sense of compassion for her."Drive faster!" I screamed at the driver, my voice raw with emotion. Amidst my tears and the icy grip of fear in my heart, sweat gathered on my forehead, trickling down my face and pooling around my neck."Olga," Guila coughed, her grip on my hand tightening even further."Yes, Guila," I
With a sense of urgency, we all rushed towards the doctor, who had a deeply morose and serious countenance etched across his features. He stood there, a pillar of somber authority, his hands calmly folded in front of him, and his eyes, like vigilant sentinels, perched upon us as we approached him in a flurry of anxious movements."Doctor! Please, tell us, where is my sister? Where is Guila?" Kira's voice quivered with a mix of desperation and fear as she bombarded the doctor with a rapid succession of questions, her eyes brimming with tears that glistened like fragile crystals in the harsh hospital lighting.In stark contrast, Antonio's demeanor remained stoic, a mask of composure concealing the tumultuous currents of worry and apprehension that surely roiled beneath the surface. His hands, betraying nothing, were nonchalantly nestled within the confines of his pockets, while Marino, a stalwart presence, stood a step behind him, offering unspoken support in this tense moment.A heavy
“…Leave Olga alone," Antonio's statement was clear and succinct, yet his eyes betrayed a deep bitterness as they locked onto Kira. The weight of his gaze left Kira astounded, her usual confident demeanor shaken in the face of his evident resentment. Personally, I had not anticipated Antonio taking my side, which only added to the unexpected nature of the situation. It was as if a puzzle piece had been shifted, altering the dynamics we were accustomed to. The shockwaves of his stance rumbled through the air, leaving us all momentarily suspended in an atmosphere charged with tension. The juxtaposition of Antonio's unexpected support for me and my astonishment at finding an ally in him added another layer of complexity to the unfolding scene."Antonio, what's wrong with you? Can't you see through this lying woman?" Kira's question hung in the air, her mouth agape in disbelief. My gaze remained fixed on Antonio, his expression stoic despite the turmoil that must have churned within him.