So... this is that curious thing called love... interesting.

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Okay, I had a tremendous writer's block and couldn't go on, so I was thinking about personal experiences and random daydreams. Thanks to that I found a way to continue. I hope I won't disappoint you ^-^'

“I really can't thank you enough. I have to make it up to you.” I was walking around the city with Tom. He had told me that that we were going to my apartment, but we should enjoy the dusk outside before. I felt something was up, but decided to better ignore it. He smiled but it didn't seem sincere. “Is something wrong?” He sighed, obviously hiding something from me. “Tell me, what is it?” He shrugged. “Ugh! Tell me or I'll walk on my own.” He looked down to me with puppy eyes, seeming lost.
“I... I have to go.” No... does it mean...? I cleared my throat and shook my head,smiling to hide my denial.
“Go where?”
“Go back to the studio in LA. I had my time counted and I can't stay anymore. I'm sorry.” I lowered my head in sadness. Tom caressed my cheek and put a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Are you gonna be okay without me?” I looked up to him and took a deep breath.
“I'm fine.” I cleared my throat. “I was perfectly fine without you, I am capable of taking care of myself, don't worry about me.” I smiled and held his neck, caressing it with the tip of my fingers. I knew it was one of his weak points . “Will you be back some day?”
“I hope so. Man, I will miss you.”
“I'll miss you too. But if we meet again, I hope we'll be in better conditions and less drama.”
“Yeah. It was fun to be with you, even if it wasn't enough time.”
“Meh. What is time?”
“Have I told you how weird you are?”
“I'm pretty sure you've mentioned it once or twice ”
“I'll never get tired of your craziness.” I smiled
“And I'll never get tired of your sudden mood changes.” He stepped back, offended.
“I do not have sudden mood changes!”
“And what do you call that?” He shrugged, not answering. I turned for a moment and realized that our entire conversation was in the front of the entry of my building. I turned back and directly walked on Tom opening automatically my arms. I hugged him very tight, so did he, knowing that this could be the last goodbye. No one knows what could happen afterward. It was when I realized I could lose him that I felt a tear drop from my eyes. Not again... I can't let him go like I let the others go, he is so different from them, I truly feel something deep for him. I wiped my tears and undid the hug.
“We'll meet again. I promise.” Tom whispered. I took in every detail of his face to have a clear memory. His nose, his eyebrows, his eyes, how could I forget those eyes, his lips, his hair and all the kisses that we shared. Except for one last. He held my face like he usually did, looked into my eyes and leaned in to meet my lips with his. One last slow kiss, that could be it, one last taste of his lips, one last glimpse of his love. He roughly broke the kiss and walked away, but before he went any further, I took his hand.
“Can I... um... call you?” I shyly asked, under the already dark sky.
“I hope so...” He squeezed my hand. We took a glance of each other again. “Goodbye.” He said, letting go of my hand, leaving me behind him. I saw how my breath hit the cold air and realized how lonely I was. I got into my building and took the elevator. I felt all the silence push me against the floor, very uncomfortable. I felt every word missing from me, like I would never talk again. Silence. Only silence. Not a soul was wandering on the corridors when I got in front of my apartment, my footsteps echoed the walls. I got inside, closed the door and went directly to my bedroom. I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. “It's over.” I murmured to myself. I only stared at the ceiling, blankly, remembering everything that had happened in this...month? Only a month! It's amazing how fast the time can go by. I feel like it was only yesterday when I met him. I'll miss him so much... Two tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I listened to the silent street. For the first time I couldn't hear all the people talking downstairs. I guess I'm not hot news now that I'm alone. I had never felt more sad knowing that nobody would bother me anymore. I guess that, when you're really sad is when you actually realize what you've lost, the value of the person that is gone. I had to do something to avoid depression, I know I'm one of the happiest persons in this town, but when it comes to this I can't help but think I'll fall down again. Maybe I should... take something and go to sleep.

*

I put my boots on and adjusted my jacket. I finally closed the final suitcase and felt ready to go, all that was left to do was wait. But since my waiting time is very limited and now my patience isn't very... well, good after last year, I didn't want to spend more time sitting doing nothing. After all the time I spent waiting, I got over it after I realized that the number I dialed every day would never work, no matter how hard I tried, or even that my honest comments would never be read without being spammed each second by fans, or that my vacations in Los Angeles wouldn't give me what I wanted. It looks like love does have barriers. I decided to go out, run to catch a taxi, take the suitcases and go to the airport, to wait there, where I would be sure that my baggage would be secure to come with me and then do whatever I wanted to for three hours. I thought I could go around and buy a book I had never heard of. I went to the shop that was around and bought the first in the pile. When the cashier gave me my change, I went to a Starbucks nearby and ordered a peppermint tea, so I could get something hot while I read. Nope, I'm not calling it “waiting”, that word isn't part of my vocabulary anymore. When I opened the book I could notice that the book was Leonora by Elena Poniatowska and I had bought the original edition written in Spanish. Now I understand why the cashier was laughing... I had reached the 23rd chapter when I felt an arm over my shoulders and unglued my eyes from the letters under me.
“Hey” I smiled casually at the warm face in front of me.
“Hello.” He leaned and kissed me quick. “I thought I'd meet you in your apartment.” I closed my book and sat up.
“You know I don't like to be kept waiting.” I said that last word with such bitterness I made Damian laugh.
“Yes, but I actually got there in time.”
“Well, I felt like running and get here the precise moment I packed my last pair of sexy...” I got close to his ear so he could hear what no one could know. “... socks.”
“Oh, yes! This makes it already exciting, I can't to see you wearing them.”
“I know it's a little rushed, but I think we're ready.” I pointed out with my hands. Damian saw the book and couldn't resist to ask.
“What are you reading?” He took the book from my hands and saw the back of it. “Goodness, it's in Spanish! Ha... I didn't know you speak Spanish.”
“Neither did I!” We briefly laughed as I took the book back. “Yeah, in fact I do. There are various things you don't know about me.”
“Yet I know you for eight months. And tomorrow, it'll be nine months. Nine wonderful months with you.” He leaned again but I put the book in front, playfully.
“And to think you've been with me through this rough time where I was pregnant.”
“Yes. But, are you sure it's mine?”
“I am 75% sure about it.” I went thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe... 68%”
“Are you sure? Because I don't recall any passionate moment driving us here.”
“As a matter of fact, I don't either.”
“Oh, God! It's a miracle! A very strange miracle, but still! How are you gonna call him?”
“She it's a she, and she will be a great artist whose life will be long and prosper, she'll move to Mexico trying to escape from World War II, and her name will be Leonora Carrington.” I caressed the book that was now under my shirt, over my flat belly.
“So it'll be.” Damian slowly took the book out and slid his fingers on my neck as he sat closer to me. I tried to avoid it, so he'd stop tickling me. He tangled his fingers on my hair, leaning in...
“Passengers with destination to Los Cabos, please proceed to gate 4B.”
“It looks like we have to go.” I stood up and went to the gate and into the plane, holding Damian's hand.

*

“So... now that we're here I can finally know why are we here, right?” I ran to the bed and jumped on it, facing the ceiling.
“Alright.” He jumped on my side and I rolled over him, as I did, he hugged me. “I thought we could celebrate our nine months in a special place. Is it wrong to want that?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Really? So we're staying here for one week? To celebrate one day?”
“Okay, fine. I know you work like crazy and I wanted to give you a little break, somewhere we can be together, with no interruptions... alone.” He stared at me. I could see such a relaxing sea of peace in his blue eyes. I always liked to look in his eyes, that color was so... unique, such deepness always seemed unnatural, and who couldn't resist to the combination made with his black hair. Damian could only be described as dreamy and perfect for every girl... except me. I suddenly noticed what he actually said and started being nervous.
“Oh... hee hee... yeah... that's... great.” I tried to dissimulate and smiled.
“I'm so lucky to be with you.” He said before kissing me. He was so gentle every time, he would never hurt me by biting or making the wrong move, but nothing compared to... the rain. I suddenly broke the kiss, but I waited the right moment to do it so it wouldn't seem like I didn't like it. I slowly started to get up and put my hair together on a ponytail.
“So, I think I'll take a walk to see what's around. Why don't you unpack and I'll call you if I find a nice place for dinner. I want to feel like I'm home and not like I'm a stranger.”
“But you are a stranger.” Damian laughed.
“Yes, but I like to know where I'm staying. Is it okay?”
“Of course, love, do whatever you want.”
“I will just because you said so.” We smiled to each other and I gave him a kiss goodbye. I went to the door, grabbing a key.
“I'll be waiting by the phone.” Damian said just as I opened the door. I turned around and flashed him a smile. When I closed the door, I ran through the corridor as fast as my long face came back. I have to get away, I need to go under the veil of night and breathe... I can't breathe... I can't do this, he wants me tonight, I can feel it. No, I won't be able to-
“Ugh!” I hit someone turning a corner and fell. “Ow...” I held my head and noticed a hand offered to help. I took it and stood up. “Thank you...” I looked at the one that helped me and lost my balance, but luckily I held a bar that was near. I recovered my breath and looked at our hands still intertwined. Maybe I should stop running like this...

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