Note: I already posted this on my previous blog, click here. I just had to move it here so I could file my short stories under one category. Anyway, usual reminder: blogger’s original work. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much. Again, this is fiction.
When one of my bestfriends and I were at a resort somewhere in the south three years ago for his despedida party (he would be flying to London in less than two days), we decided to leave the crowd for a moment and stay on the beach. We were lying on the sand. I was staring at the moon and I was quite sure that he was staring at me.
He was the first to speak. “Have you given it a thought?”
“Not much,” I replied.
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“I just don’t. Why does it always have to have a reason?”
He didn’t utter a single word. And then he sat up and felt the grains on his palms.
Then he spoke again. “We’re bestfriends.”
“And it’s all we could ever be. We’re bestfriends. And we’re both guys.”
I just looked at him while he stared blankly at the sea. Then he somewhat rubbed his palms against his knees, and said, “So you really don’t feel anything for me? Anything more than friendship?”
“You’re too honest, it hurts. You never lie. Never.”
Then the moon caught my attention again. I just stared at it for God knows how many seconds.
“I just did,” I said.
By the time I could even finish that sentence, he was already standing, about to leave. He didn’t even hear what I just said. I watched him as he walked away.
“I just did.” I whispered.
We’ve never seen each other again since.