ADRIAN'S PERSPECTIVE. It was Monday, and I was restless. By now, I knew she'd be trying to text me, but I needed to be ready. As I walked toward her classroom, I saw Evelyn kissing another man, her hands tangled in his hair; it was a deep, passionate kiss.In the past, knowing myself, I would have pushed the guy away, punched him until he bled, and pulled her off. Then she would have slapped me for holding her hand too tightly, before bursting into tears, saying she didn't know what had happened, that he was bothering her, and that she thought the kiss would keep him away.I would have told her it wasn't her fault, that he had made her feel uncomfortable, I would have taken her on a date somewhere special, we would have spent the night having sex and she would tell me that she has always loved me.And for a moment, I stood there, staring, motionless, unresponsive. Because this wasn't new. It only felt new because I was finally seeing it. A memory struck me, sharp and clear. Ria.That
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