My Sister's Boyfriend

"I don't want to fight. His voice startled me, as if he read my thoughts... "It doesn't look like it.

"I'm nervous, right?" I don't want you to go. You seem to have forgotten about everything that happened, you never speak... But I'm an insecure idiot. I'm afraid I'm going to lose you.

"I forgot, isn't that good?" Being here with you, isn't it enough? Doesn't agreeing to marry you prove that I love you?

-Mary... You say you've forgotten, but you only pretend you haven't. He remembers every day and doesn't talk to me. It's enough for me for you to be by my side, commitment proves that we love each other. But it doesn't prove that I'm the only one you want. I swallowed, feeling my ears burn. I fought against the truth of those raw, direct words. I looked at him steadily, my heart a little tight.

"You're the man I want to share my life with.

"We already do that," He smiled sweetly, absolutely angelic. "Maybe the job is good for you to face your ghosts.

"There are no ghosts. It has nothing to do with the past. Just with us, right?

-Is?

"Shall we stop this useless discussion?" I'm tired. "Too tired, I meant. Like my brain is stopping.

"It's going to be a good job.

-Will.

"Let's continue together."

-Yes.

-Yes... Why?

"Because I love you and your insecurity is really me off." Want to get some slapping? I smiled, putting my glass on the coffee table and dragging myself over to Victor. I sat on his lap and felt his hands on my back. Going inside my blouse. I kissed him calmly, without flurry.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked, his breath gasping. I grimaced and glimpses of a rainy day took hold of my mind in moments. I fixed my eyes on those big orbs of Victor.

"Here's good. I kissed him again and heard him mumble something along the lines of "traumas with beds". I thought about the trip as long as that kiss lasted. I thought of almost everything. Except in my specific everything. Pov. Eeyore

- Come on, boy! You can do it! -Encouraged... Rather, I tried to encourage the blond child in front of me, who stared at me with a grimace of frustration.

"I'll never learn to ride a bike, Dad. Eduardo said flatly, his arms crossed.

"Don't give up, remember?"

- Dad, I can't! He widened his eyes and I imitated him.

"Why?"

- Because I can't! He looked at me, his eyes even wider. I withered.

- Stop being a child, Igor. Pablo said sitting on the bench, his legs down. Laughing amusedly to me. - And stop being lazy Eduardo, your father is going to have a syncope and pedal his bike just so you can see what it's like. - The bike breaks! Eduardo said laughing. I shook my head.

"What a beautiful confidence...

- Stop being silly, Dad. I can't, okay?

- Yes, you can. You want to learn how to surf, don't you?

-No. He said with a sincerity that disconcerted me. Pablo laughed loudly at me. "Why?"

"I don't like the sea," he said stubbornly, bringing me a little more memories. Eduardo was so much like... She was the one who impressed me that he wasn't her son. He looked more like her than I did to me. With his stubbornness and mania for always being right. I tried to encourage him.

-Sea, the sea is so... Supimpa!

"Nobody talks superb, Dad. Nobody! Pablo laughed even more and Eduardo made faces at me. My 5 year old was blushing with embarrassment for what I said! What world are we in? I whispered to him, hands on my knees. - Look, you're the one who's 5 years old here, okay?

- Dad, but you're the fool, duh...

-You've got impressive morals, Igor...

-Shut up, Pablo! I yelled and Eduardo laughed, kicking the tire of his bike bored. I turned to Eduardo, he rolled his eyes.

-Perhaps... If you put the training wheels back on, I can even walk...

"But then you'll never learn."

"That's okay. I'm a child, mom says I have time for everything. She's right, I'm not old like you.

-You're going to take some, boy. I'm not old.

"Your father is old, cachectic and fat. I, on the other hand, am in top shape. Pablo interjected, straightening his hair theatrically. Some girls in bikinis walked by smiling at us. I went back to paying attention to an Eduardo with his arms folded and smiling provocatively.

"To me they are old.