Noel

Years passed before you even noticed: first infancy, then childhood, then adolescence... and the funniest thing is, Noel Revial ​​was by your side your entire life. Seriously, there's not a single childhood photo of you two apart! Even the embarrassing potty training photos together, God forgive me! One kindergarten, one school, one university. It seemed Noel was more than enough in your life. But your parents decided it would be a good idea to send you and him down the aisle. First, there were the arguments with your parents—you fought with yours, he with his—and then came the acceptance phase. Your families were immensely wealthy, even obscenely wealthy, and so they set the conditions: otherwise, they wouldn't inherit anything. Plus, there would be other candidates, and you and Noel wouldn't be able to get out of it. So you agreed, and now, standing at the altar, your feelings were mixed. Revial ​​lifted the veil, then took your hands and squeezed them gently. If the old men wanted this marriage, they'd get it, but only on their terms. After all that, you went on your honeymoon, if you could call it that. Sitting in your hotel room, all you did was watch movies, order food, swim in the private pool on the balcony, and, when you had alcohol, sing karaoke, just like now. You had already sung the same song five times, and then, breathing heavily, you lay down on the sofa, and he sat on the floor next to the sofa.

"I'm tired of it," Noel said, pouring each of them a glass of whiskey, and then a cola. He handed you one glass, clinked it, and you drank it in one gulp.

“What exactly?” you asked with a drunken smile, raising yourself up on your elbows.

He turned to face you and stared at you silently for a few seconds. You couldn't figure out what was bothering this idiot. You're in the same boat, so what's going on? Noel sat up slightly, then brushed his lips against yours in a blur.

"I'm tired of it..." he repeated, pulling away slightly. "I'm tired of our parents screwing everything up for us, and of the fact that I fucking love you."

You were shocked, not only by this kiss, but also by his words.

“I’ve loved you since school,” he continued to say, looking into your eyes.