– Are you alright?
– Yes. Why?
– I don’t know, she said. It feels like you’re talking a bit different now.
– I’m sorry. I’m just going home now.
– It’s okay. No offence.
– How are you?
– Tired and empty.
Her response to that simple question sounded like a tip tray dropped in the middle of a quiet restaurant.
– Empty?
– I feel nothing. Not happiness, not sadness. Not exiting, not anxious. Nothing.
– Drink some wine.
– Honestly I would like to be alone with some wine, cigarettes and music. Also with a notebook and a pen.
– Than do that.
– I cannot. Sadly. What about the new girl?
– She’s nice.
– Did you tell her that she will hate you at the beginning?
– Yes I did, he said laughing out loud. Anyway, let’s talk about tomorrow.
– I’m finishing at 5. Can you come there at 5?
– You want me to pick you up?
– Is it a problem? If it is, I don’t need it.
– Don’t get upset. I’m just asking.
– Then, I would like that. Yes. I can’t wait. I miss you, she added.
He smiled, without saying anything. Every time she was saying that his heart was going a bit crazy.
– How was your day with your father? he digressed, like usually.
– Meh. We did nothing.
– He smokes?
– No, he never even tried it.
– Do you hide from him?
– No. He knows. I am hiding it from my mom even tough she knows as well, but eh… I mean, I was and I am always the black sheep. No one is smoking in my family.
– You should go to sleep now, it’s late, he said not knowing what he was supposed to say.
– I need to eat something first.
– Why you didn’t eat before?
– I’m not hungry at all. I mean, I feel sick when I see any food.
– Are you pregnant?
– Ha ha, I’m on my period.
– You all say that!
– Would you like to see it?
– What?
Her question shocked him a little bit. He had no idea what to expect, what is it that she’s going to show him. He waited nervously, not knowing what he is about to see.
– What the f**k is this? he spontaneously reacted.
– My period calendar, she calmly said.
It was a calendar displaying the days for one week. The first three days were underlined with a red line. In the middle, inside a big white circle, it was the current date and displayed in bold large font was the message: „Ovulation in 12 days. Low chance of getting pregnant”.
– Jesus, Josef and Mary! he shouted. He was obviously taken by surprise by the existence of such thing. It also tells you when it stops?
– Yes. The end of the red line.
– So, you’re done, he said, relieved that is not one of those things women say to refuse men.
– Yes, today. Finally! This is the waterfall of Satan, she added.
– Jesus, what a metaphor!
– I told you that I’m weird.
– Are you really annoying in that period?
– Yes, because I have problems with my blood pleasure in general and when I’m on my period I have to get some medicine or drink some red wine. That’s what I’m doing to feel normal.
– That’s what we all do to feel normal, he laughed.
– Okay, you’re right, she laughed as well.
– Do you get more depressed than usual in this period?
– I think depression is not about menstruation. And no, I’m not.I just feel less energy in these days.
– You poor women.
– And the worst thing is that my belly hurts so much. Sometimes I think it would hurt less if I have a surgery without any anesthesia.
– Is that bad?
– THE WORST!
– Is nothing worst than a kick in the balls, he tried to wing her up.
– That hurts for maximum one hour, she replied. My belly hurts for 3 days.
– Okay, we are comparing pears with apples. Fiecare cu durerea lui.
– Asa e… Noapte buna! Te pup!

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

Reclame

– What are you doing?
– I’m listening to some music, he said. You?
– Smoking a cigarette.
– You know what you can do?
– What?
– Go in a quite place. Put on your headphones and listen to Reamonn – Supergirl.
– I lost my headphones, but that’s what I really want, she said, a bit disappointed.
– Now I’m listening The national – I need my girl. Do you have Spotify?
– No, I’m listening music on YouTube. Is it Romanian?
– Spotify?
– No, the song!
– No!
– I’m not that stupid, I know what Spotify is. I just don’t have it, she strictly reacted.
– Ma’ bad!
– Rude. You think I’m that stupid?
– Rude is something else… I didn’t know what Spotify is before I came to London, he tried to explain.
– Okay, okay, no explanations! I know you think I’m stupid.
– Ha ha!
A satirical laugh was his answer.
– That was a good way of calling me stupid without using the word.
– Clever, ah? he humorously tried to play along.
– Pretty clever, Professor.
– Did you write the letter? he changed the subject.
– Not yet. How do you want it? Here or on a paper?
– On a paper sealed with a kiss, he joked.
– Alright, red lipstick?
– Yes please!
– You’ll get it.
– Super!
– That’s how much I appreciate you.
– And you only know me for two weeks, he proudly said.
– Time doesn’t matter, she promptly reacted.
– If you say so.
– Maybe I’m not that important to you as you are for me.
She was sure about her feelings for him,but so insecure about his feelings for her.
– Let’s not start this, he rapidly ended.
– Okay… By the way, I think I met your next trainee.
– And how is she?
– Asian. With glasses.
– Hot?
– To be honest, it will be rude what I’m saying, but I think she’s a bit ugly.
– Pff! Damn it!
– Maybe you will like her. I mean the personality is more important.
– Sure, he said laughing.
– But ah, I really miss you.
– Do you feel better now that you saw her?
– To be honest, yes, she said laughing as well. Sorry for the bad news.
– Don’t worry.
– When you saw me for the first time you were pretty surprised.
– Why you say that?
– Because I noticed. I don’t know why you were so surprised. But I’m curious to find out.
– I don’t know, was I? I don’t remember to have been surprised, he said, confused.
– Your face was like you saw a ghost.
They were both laughing like kids in the middle of the night.
– Need to go now, he said, ending the conversation.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

– Everyone should have a better life without me, she said one day out of the blue.
he was very surprised, but he acted quickly.
– Stop saying that. Don’t bring yourself down.
– I’m always down, she said, laughing. Just trying my best, but I’m never too great.
– You should try harder.
– I’m tired…
– You’re 19! he exploded. You cannot be tired!
– Maybe I cannot, but I am.
– I’ll buy you lemons and you’ll feel better, he said, knowing how much she loves lemons.
– You’re pretty cute. I don’t want to lose you. You’re really important to me.
– Maybe you won’t. It’s all up to you.
– Not just up to me. It’s up to us, she immediately said.
– Anyway we’ll talk Thursday about this.
– I can’t wait. I miss you!
– I miss you too!he said, in a moment of sincerity.
– Seriously?
– Why? Are you surprised?
– A bit.
– Why?
– Because you were the one who said we should stop talking.
– Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss you.
– I really need to see you.
Her voice was trembling. He thought she was about to cry, but she didn’t.
– Okay, will do that. I promised you.
– Thank you. Can you promise me something else?
– I don’t know. It depends.
He was a little bit worried about what she’s going to say. Making promises was not his thing, because when you make a promise you must be sure that you can keep that promise. At least, this is how he felt about promises.
– Promise me that you’ll not leave me.
– I’m afraid I can’t promise that.
– Why? she quickly reacted.
– Because it’s not something I can promise.
– My biggest fear is when people leave me. That’s the only thing that can seriously push me down. Because I put my trust in them. People whom I loved the most always left me…
– I’m sorry about that. But you don’t love me, he added.
– If I say that someone is important to me, that means I love that person.
– You’ll be okay with or without me.
– You just think that…
– Life moves on, no matter what. Always remember this.
– But how? That’s what matters.
– I’ve been through a lot in my life…
– Me too, she interrupted him. Even though I’m still very young.
– So, we just have to be strong. Always! Until the end.
– After a while you’re going to be tired. And more tired. And I think we don’t have to be always strong.
– Yes, we do. But, if you are tired you can find support in someone else.
– Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage not weakness. And what if I don’t need support from someone else?
– You can crash if you’re not strong enough.
– Maybe I will…
– It’s not a shame or a weakness to find support in someone else.
– But it’s the hardest thing to find someone who had gone through a lot, who can listen to you without judging, who can heal your soul, who can help. And I thought I found you… Maybe I was wrong… If you want, you’ll never hear from me again.
– Yeah, but I want to be more than your friend, he replied sighing like a lonely man in trouble.
– I understand. What do you feel about me? Seriously and honestly.
The question came like a thunder in an unusual September day. It fell on him like a grenade.
– I’m not gonna tell you now, he managed to shirk.
– Why?
– You can tell me if you want, but I prefer to talk about this face to face.
– Okay. I’m just not that good at talking. I prefer writing. Writing stays and it has more emotions. It will be a letter, but I need time to write it.
– Okay, you can give me your letter when we meet.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

– I read one of your stories, she said. Even if it’s a true story, even if it’s not, I was thinking right about you. I read it all. It was completely full with emotions. I cried and smiled at the same time. That touched me a lot. Like I had to go out for a cigarette. Inside my soul I hope it’s not true. And if it is, that girl had to be awesome.
– I’m glad you liked it, he shortly said.
– Also. She could be really proud of you. Like I am.
He felt overwhelmed and didn’t say anything. He was lost for words, like many times before.
– Is it true? she continued.
– I don’t know, is it?
– Nah, seriously.
– It’s up to you what you want to believe, he said, trying to avoid the answer.
– Oh maaaaan, please, the truth.
She was anxious to find out more, but he just continued to tease her.
– It’s a secret!
– Oh, you’re evil! she exclaimed.
– I’m not evil at all.
– Than tell me. I have to know, she said, in a burst of curiosity.
– No, you don’t.
He was hoping that she will understand that it’s not important if it’s a true story or just the fruit of his imagination, but she didn’t want to give up that easy.
– Why do you say this?
– Did you like the story? Did you like the writing? he asked, trying to make a point.
– Yes. And I wouldn’t be curious if I didn’t know the writer. But now I know you. I have to know, she insisted.
– Why?
– I have to, she insisted, like a baby who won’t give up on getting his hands on the toy that he wants.
– How would it make a difference?
– It makes.
– How?
– It just does… in my soul. I hope one day you will write about me, she added after a short break.
He couldn’t say anything, but he was happy. He loved her smile, he loved her cute little dimples when she smiled, he loved her long red hair and how she frowned when she didn’t get what she wanted. He loved her well enough to know that one day he will write about her. In the end he managed to change the subject, talking about music and the songs that inspire him.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

 

” – Ce faci, țiganco?
– Muncesc, țiganule!”

– I kissed his girlfriend, I can’t look him in the eyes.
– I thought you forgot about that.
– Well, obviously I didn’t, he said. You thought I was too drunk and I don’t remember anything?
– Yes, she frankly answered. 
– You’re totally wrong, he immediately replied.
– I’m sorry!
– I like you, that’s why I kissed you. Not because I was drunk.
– I’m sorry! she repeated.
– Sorry doesn’t cut it! he said nervously.
His hands were shaking. He paused for a second looking at his hands, then he added: Anyway, I think we should stop talking
– No way, she reacted. She was shocked. Why?! Nooo.
– Go talk to your boyfriend from now on!
– Please! I’m so happy that we met each other.
– You were touching me and hugging me all the time. What was I supposed to believe? I felt a nice chemistry between us, but apparently I was f**king wrong.
– No, you were not wrong. Calm down!
– Okay. Take care! Goodnight!
– Please! she said in a desperate attempt. I’m so happy to know you. You always make me smile.
But he didn’t say anything and this silence was killing her. You could see her despair growing and growing.
– Why? Why are you doing this?
– I’m not doing anything, he calmly said.
– Yes, you are. Listen to me. I’m so happy because of you. I just know you, I just met  you, but you’re pretty important to me. I really love talking with you. Even if we had a bad start, you listened to my problems and I really appreciate that. You just listened and didn’t judge me in any way. And that matters a lot to me. So, you don’t have the chance to leave me like this. Understand?
Again he kept silence. He didn’t know what to say.
– I’m talking to you!
He didn’t know what to say.
– Please! We have to talk. Don’t do this! she desperately clung to the conversation in her final attempt. We have to! You’re really important to me.
– Okay, we’ll talk tomorrow, he said and the discussion ended like this.
***
– Good morning, she said the next day.
– Neața!
– How are you?
– Awake.
– No way!
– Can you believe it? he said, smiling.
– No, I’m sure you’re lying.
– Because you always think I’m lying.
– That’s not true.
– See? So, I’m lying again?
– No, stupid!
– Don’t call me stupid, you know I hate that, he reacted straight away.
– I know, that’s why I did it, she said, trying to tease him.
– You’re playing with fire. I know I’m anything but not stupid. That’s why I don’t like it.
– Of course you’re not. I wouldn’t be talking to you if you were.
– Please don’t call me stupid again.
– Cutie, it was a joke.
– Oh, you called me cutie.
– Surprise!

(TO BE CONTINUED…)

– You knew?
– Yes. I’m not that stupid.
– Nobody said you’re stupid.
– Anyway, I knew. It was obvious. You were never the one to hug me. Never the one to kiss me. You never did a nice gesture for me. Only I did all these.
– It’s not true!
– It’s true!
– No it’s not!
– Yes it is! Let’s not argue about this. You know very well that I’m right.
– Than why do you love me?
– It’s easy. I don’t love you!
– But you just said that you love me…
– I know.
– So you lied to me?
– I didn’t lie, I just tricked you, he said, with an haughty look in his eyes.
– I don’t believe you. Why would you do that? What you had to win from all this?
– To win? There’s nothing much to win. I only did it for one reason.
– I don’t believe you. You try to back down and you don’t know how, she said, but she wasn’t too convinced.
– Little I care if you believe me or not. The important thing is that it paid off.
– I don’t see what exactly paid off.
She was again taken by surprise and she didn’t know how to react.
– What was the so-called reason? she said, trying to look careless.
– I wanted to prove something.
– And did you prove?
– Yes.
– What did you prove?
– That you don’t love me.
– So? You just said that you don’t love me either…
– Well… I don’t. I couldn’t love you. Not in these circumstances. I tried, I really tried. But you didn’t give me not even one reason to love you. I’m sorry, but it was impossible.
– You’re sorry for what? Why are you sorry?
– I don’t know… that we don’t love each other, he said, trying to be sad.
– I still don’t understand why you had to prove this, she said, a little bit resentful.
– So we don’t have to lie each other that we live in a happy relationship. Now it’s over.

(THE END)

– I love you!
– Really? she said, with a smile on her lips.
– Yes.
– Are you serious?
– Yes.
Her smile quickly faded away and she fell into deep thought.
– Are you not going to say anything? he asked.
– I don’t know what to say.
– Really?
– You took me by surprise.
Then there was a terrible silence.
– I’m sorry, she said, in the end.
– You’re sorry? This is all you can say?
She looked at him, but she didn’t say anything.
– You’re sorry for what? Why are you sorry?
– I don’t know. I think I don’t feel the same.
– What do you mean you think?
She stumbled, not looking at him, not saying anything.
– You mean you don’t love me?
The question sounded so stupid when he said it, that he regretted immediately.
– I would like you to love me… Do you think you could love me?
– I don’t know…
– I would really like that.
– Why?
– Because I love you.
– But that’s not enough for me to love you back.
– I know, but I was thinking that… actually, I don’t know what I was thinking.
– Now we have to break up, she said. We cannot be together anymore. It’s a shame this moment came to ruin everything, she added.
– So, I ruined everything with my confession?
She avoided the answer.
– Yeah, probably it’s my fault…
– It’s not your fault, she said.
– Then who’s fault is it?
– Why does it have to be someone’s fault?
– I don’t know exactly why, but that’s how it works. And now it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything. Especially when I knew that you don’t feel the same way.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)