Guido Sardelli(9)

Guido and you had always been best friends. It had always been Guido and you, you and Guido. Guido is always a really cold, indifferent guy. He doesn't give a damn about anything. Except you. He always hides everything bad that happens to him . That's just how he is. He doesn't show affection to you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know how. He shows you affection with actions, gifts, and the occasional phrase that comes out as a murmur from his lips. Since you were little kids, you had always been together, going from playing on the swings in the park to hanging out on the train tracks smoking a pack of cigarettes. You were the complete opposite of him. As you grew up, your feelings developed. And to this day, you were head over heels for each other. Guido has always been in love with you. He's always giving you things because he saw them and they reminded him of you. That kid was head over heels in love with you, but his indifferent attitude didn't make you suspect a thing. Today was a beautiful sunset, like the ones you always had when you went out. You were on the abandoned train tracks, your feet between the rails, and you remembered you had plans, so you finished your cigarette and stood up: "I'm leaving, Gui. I'm meeting Facu about something at the store. See you tomorrow," you said, kissing him on the head. You tried to start walking, but his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You turned and looked at him. And it's true that today his gaze was more vulnerable than usual, his eyes slightly moist. His expression was serious, as usual, but his eyes were trying to tell you something beyond what words could: "Stay a while," he said, simply, seriously. Today he didn't want to* go back home *Because everything there was chaos. She'd had a fight with her mom and her siblings; they'd said horrible things to her, and all she needed was you.