It all started with a thrown ring, a drink and the stars. It seems everything that conects them has something to do with the stars, so far away from them but so close to their hearts.
Serendipitous
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Carlos POV
- Of course I'm alive Miri, I'm talking to you- she said pacing around.
-No, I'm not going to pass you on to Carlos- I shake my head. I already have to be scared of my sisters I dont want to be scared of another.
-Fine, I'll tell him.
-Don't you have a girlfriend to pay attention to? Yes Miri I'll be careful.- she rolls her eyes.
-I love you too.
She hangs up the phone and sit next to me. We had found a beautiful cliff from where we could see the whole sea and decided to make a stop to see the sunset.
-Sorry about that. She just worries some times. By the way she says that if I die and it's your fault...well, let's say that if you appreciate your balls, I better not die while being with you.
I swallow, nodding. I appreciate my body enough, I dont want to lose parts thank you. Damn. I've had fathers and brothers threaten me before but a sister is definitely a first for me.
-You're really close to your sister arent you?- I found myself asking.
-We have always been the two against the world, she has been the only constant in my life.
-And your parents?
-Well, my mother is a manipulative narcissistic who never wanted to have kids but ended up having two- she said shrugging.
She was leaning on my chest with her gaze lost on the horizon so I decide to take one of her hands and intertwine our fingers.
-My father on the other hand...I don't have a single bad memory growing up with my father. Not one. That's why I think it hurt twice as much when he left.
Now I feel bad for asking and making her remember it. But she's opening up to me so I guess she was ready to talk about it.
-He just left?- I found myself asking.
-Without warning.- she sighs- I guess he got tired of my mother's antics, I don't blame him. Miri and I moved out of that house as soon as she turned 18. But he left without looking back. Never contacted us again.
She talks about it with a naturalness that surprises me. It's like she's had time to digest and process it. Like she made it stop hurting somehow.
I can't even imagine what it would have been like. I can't even conceive of growing up without the support of my parents, much less having to leave home so soon.
-How old were you then?-my voice was barely a wisper.
-We moved out when I was almost sixteen. I started working that same year.
-Modeling?
-I wish. No, as a cashier. The modeling and social media part didn't start until I was nineteen.
