Boyfriend For Five Days

Fighting the unrest within him, Porsche abruptly halted in his tracks, his mind and heart locked in a fierce battle.

A rush of conflicting emotions overwhelmed him, leaving him questioning his own actions and motives. "I promised myself to protect her with my life," he thought, his eyes welling up with tears, "but why am I unable to stand up for her and claim her as mine?"

Tears trickled down his cheeks as he grappled with the complexity of his feelings, feeling a deep sense of helplessness.

He, then, continued walking towards the hotel, each step heavy with the weight of his internal struggle.

In the courtyard, he noticed Ken and Wennes waiting for him, their concerned gazes fixed on him as he tried to avert their gaze. Porsche wiped away his tears, unwilling to reveal the pain consuming him.

Ken's worry for Porsche was palpable as he urgently reached out to him, his tone laced with concern.

"Where were you all this time?" he asked, a tinge of frustration seeping into his voice as he took in Porsche's drenched appearance.

Alarmed by Porsche's condition, Ken guided him to a nearby bench, where Wennes sat, and quickly draped his coat over Porsche.

Porsche remained silent, enveloped in the warmth of the coat but unable to shake off the emotional tempest raging inside him.

His mind was in disarray, struggling to find the right words to explain the turmoil he had been grappling with all day.

Despite the comfort of his friends' presence, he felt an insurmountable barrier between himself and the solace they offered, uncertain how to articulate the turmoil that had consumed him.

Wennes, tapping Porsche's back gently to offer her support, broke the silence, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Porsche, you know the truth now. Why are you still struggling?" she asked, her concern evident in her words. "You need to express your true feelings to Anna. You can't let someone else take her away from you without a fight."

In the midst of the tension, Porsche spoke softly, conveying the depth of his inner turmoil. "It's not that easy," he admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability.

Wennes, feeling a surge of frustration, continued, "So you're just going to sit here and watch Taylor take her away from you? You can't let that happen, Porsche."

Ken, sensing the rising tension, interjected gently, attempting to defuse the situation and offer a sense of peace amidst the turmoil. "Wennes," he said, his voice calm yet firm, attempting to steer the conversation in a more constructive direction.

As Wennes' frustration bubbled to the surface, she expressed her concerns, her voice tinged with emotion.

"What if I am not wrong? It's painful to see you like this," she remarked, her voice reflecting her deep care for Porsche.

Ken, understanding Wennes' concern, reached out to comfort her, attempting to calm her down.

Ken, turning his attention back to Porsche, emphasized the urgency of the situation. "Porsche, if you keep waiting, you might lose her," he cautioned, his words laden with a sense of urgency and concern. Porsche, absorbing Ken's words, remained silent, contemplating the weight of the situation.

After a brief pause, Porsche finally broke the silence, revealing the depth of his commitment to Anna. "After all these years, when I found her, I promised myself that I would protect her, no matter what," he shared, his voice conveying the depth of his emotions.

Wennes, taken aback by his words, sought an explanation, prompting Ken to whisper in her ear, assuring her that he would explain later.

Porsche continued, expressing his fear of hurting Anna by revealing their shared past.

"I need to tell her everything about our past, but I'm afraid it will only cause her more pain," he admitted, the weight of his words reflecting the complex emotions he grappled with.

"For me, my past revolves around her, but for her, it was a tragedy," he concluded with a heavy sigh.

"........."

Anna's gaze remained fixed on the ground, unable to muster the courage to meet Taylor's eyes.

His heartfelt confession tugged at her heartstrings, yet her mind remained entwined with thoughts of Porsche. 

Feeling the gentle pressure on her chin, she reluctantly lifted her gaze, revealing tear-filled eyes.

Taylor's concern was evident as he tenderly brushed away her tears, his voice resonating with empathy. "I hate to see you cry, Anna," he murmured softly, his touch leaving a trail of warmth on

her skin.

Even as Anna wiped her tears and averted her gaze, Taylor closed the distance between them, his earnest plea hung in the air, his heartfelt words penetrating the depths of her conflicted heart.

"Anna, please give me a chance. Let me be your boyfriend for five days. I promise, either you'll fall in love with me, or we'll return to being good friends."

Taylor's voice cut through the tension, his words hanging in the air as a fragile solution to the complicated situation.

Anna's conflicted gaze darted around, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision.

Giving space to Porsche was not an idea she cherished, but she hoped that some distance might help mend the fractures between them.

Perhaps it could even offer her some clarity amid the chaos of her emotions.

With a heavy sigh, she relented, her silent nod signifying her acquiescence to Taylor's suggestion, albeit reluctantly.

Her apprehension lingered, prompting her to set clear boundaries, "But only for three days, Taylor. And I'd like you to refrain from acting like that in front of Ken, Wennes, or especially Porsche. Also I won't tolerate any negativity about him."

Taylor's smile faltered momentarily, a flicker of understanding crossing his features as he replied, "Thank you so much Anna and I understand. Anyways I'll do my best to make you forget him."

Yet his attempt at assurance fell flat in the face of Anna's silent contemplation.

Without another word, Anna turned and began her solitary walk back to the hotel, the weight of her conflicting emotions a heavy burden upon her shoulders.