MasukHaving the feeling of having lived in exile for years, too long. Everything in her home — her true home — had a warm, new atmosphere. It was like unpacking something for the first time, only this time, everything was known, an old friend. He was back, and that was all that mattered. He was in the place that gave him a true identity, the place that belonged to him. He couldn't ask for anything more, because she had asked for it. Maybe it wasn't exactly euphoria running through Angy's mind, maybe not even relief, but the weight on her shoulders had dropped considerably.
He knew how to organize everything properly, taking advantage of every second, and when he wanted to realize it, he experienced the pleasant sensation of living a deception, as if he had never left, as if his life had not taken a three hundred and sixty degree turn. He kept waiting, knowing that the story still could not end, that he literally lacked his other half to be able to survive that unpleasant summer that had definitely left its mark.He got in touch with Evan via email. She didn't know for sure where the hell she might be, but from what she had been able to find out, the company was having a resounding success on their tour with the new work, the same one that she had been a part of for such a short time, being the star in the premiere but evaporating like dew at dawn. At first, he got no response. It was logical, and he had prepared himself thoroughly for his best friend's outburst. In that regard, you never knew if Evan could bite his tongue and act like a contained great man, or emotionally explode and openly speak his mind. Personally, I did not know which of the two costumes to decide on. Anyway, having no answers was the worst news.He took the audacity to return to the theater, to that hidden and silent building of which he had not heard from again. It felt like home as soon as we entered. He smiled, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed. He knew that there could be nothing in the world better than that, it was his life, what gave him strength, what gave him pure oxygen. It was wonderful and she would never, ever stop being an actress. It was like a second layer of skin, something hers, something definitely and wonderfully his.He accessed the back, leisurely walking through the facilities, each step of the stairs, each railing, each window ... He admired everything with new eyes. He reached the office area and held his breath. Thousands of memories assaulted her brain, and in all of them Evan appeared. Where would i be Was he not going to speak to her again? Would he deliberately ignore her in the same way that she had him?He opened the office door and knew that no one had been in there for a long time. That was a further degree of absence. He placed his hands on each surface: the desk, the shelf, the chair, the books, the papers, the desktop computer, the lamp… He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside. A ray of sunlight flooded the room, leaving several specks of dust floating in the air. Sigh; He leaned his head against the glass and closed his eyes. At least he was already like a fish in water, in his environment. He hoped to guide his life little by little, or at least what was left of it.Eager, she had the idea of going up to the roof. She ran like a child and took a deep breath of the less polluted air. The day was beautiful, with a clear sky and a great sun filling everything with color. He walked to his favorite corner, resting his hands on the concrete. He closed his eyes and concentrated on not thinking about anything. It was nice, a harmonious way of contrast, to give his sickened brain a break: he had earned it.His thoughts were reduced to nothing when he heard the roof door open slowly. He turned around and couldn't see… anything. The sun was blinding her, so she was at the mercy of this stranger, whoever he was, although to tell the truth she had a slight idea of who it could be, so she decided not to lose hope.He waited patiently as the footsteps approached him, but he still couldn't make out anything; I was squinting but it didn't work. Only when the man in question stepped forward, standing between her and the blinding light, did she understand that her calls had finally been answered. There, as quiet and reserved as ever, with his impeccable handsome man's appearance, with his lively eyes and his expression of perpetual vigil, Evan had appeared. He had come back because she had asked him to.Angy was so overjoyed that she almost cried. She wanted to hug him, but something in his gaze warned her that it was better not to. So they stood close, watching expectantly, deciding who would be the first to speak. In the end, it was he who broke the ice."You're back," he murmured. After so many months of absence, knowing absolutely nothing about you, you have returned.Angy felt a slight twinge."Yes, Evan." I'm back."It took too long, but I guess you've been very busy.""I'll tell you everything.""No need, Angy." He held up a hand. I know that to your understanding, you have done the right thing.The situation was uncomfortable. Angy wanted to apologize a million times if necessary, because as a friend, as a close friend, she did not want to lose him. He approached cautiously."I know you're upset, and I understand, I really do, but…" "Upset?" He pronounced, cutting her off. That is not the word. There is simply no one possible description for all of this. His gaze pierced her. There were times when I thought I would never see you again, ”he muttered, half angry, half relieved."I'm sorry, Evan." I'm sorry I made you believe that I had forgotten about you, but so much has happened that you can't even imagine…"Really?" He approached her, examining her, no trace of his smile. Do you really think that I can't get an idea of everything that happened to you? You have it written on your face. He held her thin chin. At the end of the day, I warned you, I told you what would happen if you decided to take risks.Angy ended up hugging him.-It was worth it."I don't think everyone thinks the same, do they?"She was embarrassed because her friend was right. It parted a bit."I've had to bear losses to get back what I've always wanted.""And you already have it?" Evan asked. Do you already have everything you want?She took a step back, looking away."More or less…"Evan twisted his head.-Where is? I thought ..." " He did n't come with me if that's what you mean. He crossed his arms. I'm back. Alone."And what did you want to achieve with that?" You know that at this point, nothing and no one will stop him from coming here for you."I know, Evan." But after taking Nora from her husband, I couldn't walk away with him as if nothing mattered. I know this doesn't change anything because I know it will come, but at least I can say that I have done everything I can.Evan grabbed her shoulders and held her tight."Well, whatever you've done, I don't care." He gave her a kiss on the forehead. I'm glad you're back.Angy smiled emphatically."And me too, you don't know how much."Evan went to the rooftop door and held it open."Come on, we have to celebrate your return."Angy bit her lip.-Do you have something in mind?"Angy, I always have an ace up my sleeve."They resumed their good friendship by eating at a very expensive restaurant. Everything ran from Evan, who was delighted. He had tried to appear distant, but in the end he had succumbed. They were like nail and flesh and it was proven again.They immediately caught up, telling each other their respective experiences in recent months. Their faces reflected enthusiasm, amazement and why not say it, little common sense. They finished eating and spent the rest of the day from one place to another, making up for lost time. They talked about new projects, suggestions and ideas. They were re-forming that unbreakable bond.At the end of the daylight hours, they had dinner in a pizzeria and then went to a bar to continue celebrating. Angy resisted at first, but was unable to say no to Evan. They entered and sat at a table somewhat out of the way. They were tired, but very happy. After all, you didn't come back every day after you've been through so much.Evan scratched his chin as he told Angy all about the latest play, the success of his replacement. She was paying attention, but every now and then she thought inadvertently about who she shouldn't.A red-haired waiter approached them.-Good night. That they will take?Evan showed his hands behind his neck.-What do you want to drink? He asked, turning to Angy. Beer?Angy shook her head."Not for me, thank you." He stroked his belly. A glass of water please.Evan frowned.-Are you sure?-Yes."Okay, so make it a beer and water, please.""Right away, sir," said the waiter.Angy stared at Evan. He was simply charming. I wish I could find a good woman. He deserved it.-What do you care about? He asked.He shrugged, grinning.—Oh, nothing, I just can't believe I finally have you in front of me."Well, do it, because I'm not going to leave again."Evan pretended to be angry."I suggest you don't make promises you can't keep…"Angy gave him an enveloping, reassuring look."I'm serious, this time it will be different.""What about the theater, have you thought about it?" He snapped his fingers on the surface of the table. You quit?"No," he blurted out hastily, trampling his tongue, "no way." I mean, not unless you see fit…Evan laughed and ran a hand through his hair.-You're kidding? I've been wanting you to come back for months. Don't take it the wrong way, but you have a lot of backlog. You better start to get used to your imminent return, miss.Angy relaxed from hearing that."You are quite a gentleman," he joked.They were silent as the waiter brought their drinks."That's my middle name."Angy took a sip from the glass of water.-I do not think so.-Not? Well I am, Angy. I am quite a gentleman. Could I have endured your dropouts every two by three if it hadn't been?Angy smiled, raising her glass for him to toast her.-You're right about that. Let's toast.Evan hesitated."They say it's bad luck to toast with water."Angy rolled her eyes."I think after all this, I don't care about bad luck."They were at Evan's house, carefully arranged, which was something new. They were in the bedroom, preparing the bed. Evan was determined that he would sleep on the couch."I insist," he intoned, "you will sleep here."Angy rolled her eyes."By God, Evan, we are adults." We are supposed to be able to sleep in the same bed.He frowned."I know, but it's a little small…" "It's enough for both of us.""I don't know, I think the couch would be fine anyway.""But it's your bed, idiot." He pursed his lips. Don't make me beg because you know I won't. Sleep with me.He raised his hands."Well, if you insist…"Angy threw one of the pillows at his head."That's called assault," he growled, pulling away."No, that's called shutting yourself up." He smiled. Come on, come here, I'm not going to bite you.They fell silent and lay in the dark. The breaths were calm, but Evan knew the one next to him very well. He stared at her in the gloom; I could barely make out her profile, but it was enough."Hey, are you okay?"Angy turned to him.-Clear."You don't have to lie to me.""Evan, I don't." I'm fine.-Not enough. You are missing something, or someone…She sighed, turning on the light."We don't need to talk about it." -He sat on the bed-. Really, I handle it well.-Really? Because I think you are more absent than usual."Well, give me some time, I just got back…"Evan grinned cheekily, to which Angy was quick to respond."What's that mocking smile about?"-You know? At least I hope it doesn't take too long to show up. You can tell you're dying to see him.Angy couldn't help but blush and Evan noticed."Angy, Angy, Angy…" He propped himself up on one elbow. You, blushing? I find it hard to believe.She bit her lip, holding back a laugh.—The truth is that… my hormones are somewhat revolutionized."Wow, that's new." And can you find out why?Angy tucked her hair behind her ear."Yes, I think you should know." To tell the truth, it is about time. I suppose you also have the right.He frowned; he raised his shoulders."I don't like how that sounds.""Listen…" She became unexpectedly serious. There is something else you need to know.Evan stroked his chin doubtfully."I don't know if I want to know." His lips pursed. I don't know if I'm ready."Well, I need you to be, because I'm not going to beat around the bush."Evan raised his hands, palms visible, in a gesture of surrender."Okay, Angy, surprise me." Do it again. He got up and sat down. You always do anyway.Angy knew that the time had come to tell him the other… right."You know how important you are to me," he began. You have never failed me, you have never stopped supporting me in all my decisions, so I wish that what we have never changes, not even now.-You know? You have never been too personable to show your feelings so openly. He clicked his tongue. Where do you want to go?Angy slid her hand over the mattress until she made contact with Evan's. He gave her a sweet but anxious look."You know how much I love you, so much that I consider you as my own family." I look at you and what I see is the brother I've never had…"What do you mean by that?" Implying?Angy smiled slightly."Evan, you're going to be an uncle."Tension could be cut with a knife. The rehearsals were turning out to be literally agonizing: looks of bewilderment and surprise were pointed directly at Angy, her clothes hanging over her slim frame. The same way they scrutinized Evan's eyes. It didn't seem the same; now he just nodded now and then and spoke only when asked. Everything was turned upside down. There was no communication between them, and Paolo, Fabio, Andrea, Valentina and Demetrio held their breath, fearful that the invisible bomb between them would explode at any moment. A hostile environment that they saw for the first time."I'm exhausted," Andrea complained. Couldn't we take a break?
Dorian listened attentively to the front entrance door open in the distance. The security cameras caught a glimpse of the long golden hair that shone thanks to the sun. Heart shaking with sheer joy, Dorian waited for Nora to appear imminently, wanting to see her again, but it didn't happen exactly the way it was intended. That woman flew by, without making a sound."Nora ..."She didn't answer. He passed by, without even turning his head. He crossed the room and disappeared, probably in the direction of the bedroom. Without thinking,
Dorian wanted everything to come out perfectly; He had secretly planned this dinner for weeks, and hoped the patience required had been worth it. He had taken her to one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, and luckily, he had managed to get them alone.Nora entered the restaurant cautiously, as if she couldn't quite believe she was there. Immediately after noticing her presence, an attentive waiter served her with elegance, asking her to accompany her to her table, located in the center of the enormous room, with elaborate meticulous details.
As expected, Evan still without a word. The following rehearsals after the fight between the two had become distant and cold; no one seemed to enjoy it."Guys, is Evan gone yet?" Angy asked, hoping it wasn't."I don't think so," Andrea answered. It's up.-At his office?
I couldn't believe it, but there it was. He had tried in every possible way but it had been useless to resist; Those green eyes were watching him closely, and Dorian felt his pulse race. Each heartbeat hit his chest with the force of a hurricane, and he silently asked her not to pull away from him again. He loved her, of that he was sure. Despite the distance, he had never stopped loving her; the imprint she had left on her soul had been so great that not a lifetime would have been enough to forget her. So there she was, silence hanging from her thin lips. He couldn't hide it anymore. He spent his days in Nora's company, but he knew that would never be enough; He could never give her in fifty years what Angela could give her in a matter of days. She had been the first and only woman he had lost his mind for, and now he wasn't sure he had regained it. She felt very close, perhaps too close. There was nothi
That day of good weather the island was full. Nora had decided to go visit her mother; It was her day off, and since Dorian was working she didn't want to be left alone in that gigantic house, so she showed up without warning. However, that turned out to be no problem for Julia, who had not stopped smiling since her young daughter was home, having coffee in the living room."It's weird not being around," Nora sobbed.-Tell me. Everything is too quiet.