26.2

Alex' s Point of view

I'm tired of all this drama she causes: if she wants to get rid of me she must find the courage to say it on my face.

One word from her will suffice and I will be able to let her go.

I just want to know if she really wants me.

I squeeze the steering wheel of the car.

"Fuck no! She is mine! And she will be! »- I slam my hand on the steering wheel, involuntarily pressing the horn.

She can't have stopped wanting me.

I leave the car in the middle of the road, and then approach the front door, where Andrw is waiting for me with his arms crossed.

"Don't you dare!" - I point my index finger at him threateningly, while he comes forward and tries to stop me.

I go up the stairs, while he chases me:

"You have to give her some space!" - I stop at my steps, and then turn on his side to reach him with a soft and threatening step.

I take him by the collar, forgetting that I have my childhood best friend in front of me, but at my gesture he rolls his eyes:

"She's my woman! I will not give her any fucking space and she will go home with me, right now!»- I clench my jaw, leaving him and resuming my goal.

"She got mad at me for no reason ..." - I start, but he cuts me off.

«Alex, we grew up like delinquents, between sex and money, we are used to being surrounded by women, but Clara ... she is different. Maybe what you did is important to her!»

I don't listen to his words, then enter through the already open door of his apartment.

"She's not like you, Alex." - I stop in front of the figure of Clara asleep, while Andrew pats me on my shoulder, following my gaze carefully.

She is so innocent and peaceful.

So helpless.

It makes me shiver watching her in this condition, especially knowing that it is all my fault.

'She is not like you ...'

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