𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑺 | 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗜 is afraid to get attached to new people and enter into relationships, however, after meeting Jude her thoughts begin to change little by little.
𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗠...
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𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝟏𝟗, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐
MYMOTHER cries uncontrollably while I try to comfort her. I can't even count on my finger how many times she has cried watching the same scene.
— Mom, I'm here, there's no need to cry for the thousandth time seeing this.
— I'm sorry, it's just that I can't bear to see you die in such a cruel way. — she picks up the box of tissues while I get up to drink a glass of water
Before I stop in front of the mirror to see if my hair is still intact, I was ready to go out with Jude, any moment he would show up at the door. I was wearing a simple black dress and a leather jacket on the outside but very soft on the inside. I straighten my bun and then sit down to put on a pair of boots.
The doorbell rings and I hurry to put them on.
— Mom, can you open the door? Just try not to scare him, please. — I say laughing while she blows her nose.
The door opens revealing the boy in a fancy but not so extravagant outfit, handsome as ever.
— Good evening, Miss Tomei. — he seemed a bit startled by the fact that her eyes were swollen from crying.
— Good evening Jude, you can call me Marisa. I'm fine. — she says making room for him to enter.
I stand up, smoothing my dress with my hands, and give the boy a small smile.
— you weren't exaggerating when you said he was beautiful. — my mother says in my ear a little too loudly passing into the kitchen and soon I notice the boy laughing
— Hi princess.
— Hey Jude. — I approach him, kissing his cheek and giving him a hug.
— Is she really okay? — he asks, making me laugh
— Yes, she is, she was just watching The Hunger Games.
— And you think she's okay? — the boy exclaims making me laugh — honestly I cried every time I watched it.
— And you watched it that often? — he looks at me, rolling his eyes and grabbing my bag from the couch.
— You're too much on display, Tomei, come soon or I'll give up on you.
I leave the house, leaving the door closed because my mother was going to sleep there tonight. He opens the car door so that I can get in and as soon as the door closes I feel my bones freeze with the air that seemed to have been on for hours.
— Are you cold?
— No, it's okay. — so there is an extremely uncomfortable silence
