who is all eyes and lips is waiting for me outside
the pub. We both know full well how it’s going to
end up: few words, no complications. That’s what
I need.
I say goodnight to the guys and head toward the
door when Rain grabs my arm.
“You don’t have to do it, Patrick.”
“Do what?”
“You don’t have to pretend with me, with us.
We’re your family, you can just be yourself.”
“I am myself, Rain,” I say with a half smile, not
sure where she’s going with this.
“Sure, honey, of course, if it makes you feel
better, you can tell yourself that.”
I start getting nervous and divert my glance. I
don’t want to tell her to fuck off, but I’m getting
pretty close.
“I don’t know what you think you saw or
understood, but I assure you that—”
“When you’re ready,” she interrupts me, “you’ll
see it for yourself. Things don’t always turn out
badly, you know? Love is a sacrifice, it means you
gotta lay your cards down and give to the other
person, but Patrick, what you get in return is
priceless,” she concludes, giving me a kiss on the
cheek and turns away from me, going back to the
others, leaving me like a big fucking asshole
standing in the middle of a room halfway between
two doors: one leads to the upstairs apartment and
the other one leads to the bar exit.
