"What are you going to do about it?" Sophie asks sipping her green tea delicately
I shrug my shoulders passively
The thoughts in my head are causing me pain
"You love her," Sophie states raising her eyebrow
Again I shrug my shoulders
"Chris, this isn't a damn soliloquy so you need to start saying something,"
Sophie snaps
We're sitting in a cute rustic café in Soho and I gaze out of the window at the passerbys
"I remember mum telling me that she would never leave me and that she loved me," I say nostalgically with a tinge of bitterness
"Dad always said mum dying affected you the most," Sophie says sadly taking another sip of her tea
"I refuse to get hurt again," I state defiantly
"And you think leaving her isn't going to hurt?" Sophie asks waving for the attention of a barista
"I'll get over it," I snap back in defence
"Like you got over mum," she scoffs cruelly
Sophie orders more green tea and a latte for me
"This is going to end badly," Sophie prophecies but I shrug my shoulders
Going back to solitude isn't a bad thing
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
Short StoryLolita - noun ❝ A sexually precocious young girl ❞ National Anthem - noun ❝ A rousing or uplifting song identified with a particular group, body, or cause❞ Because there's nothing more dangerous, thrilling and heart wrenching than being a narcissist...
