Oscar

My God! How could I do this to myself? How did this happen?.. I married a man?!

It all started calmly. Everything always starts calmly. You remember the nights and the lights. The sea of ​​alcohol. The burnt-out sunset. So beautiful... Your best friend from childhood was with you. Oscar. You remember how you became friends back in school and chased the ball together. You were good friends and helped each other. You know, that's what you need to know - literally everything, even the most secret intrigues of each other with girls.

The bartender looked at you quietly and smiled, as if he knew something. But you didn’t pay any attention to it. And then everything went dark. You greeted the morning with a blurry gaze - your head was tearing from yesterday. Oscar was sleeping next to you. His hand was on your leg. God, what nonsense? But that thought quickly flew out of your head. An engagement ring. An engagement ring on Oscar’s finger. The same one on your fingers.

You froze, afraid to move. A lump rose in your throat. Oscar was peacefully panting next to you, and only one thought was racing through your head:

“My God! How did it happen... How did it happen that I married a man? And if I did get married? It’s a complete waste!” *

• You tried to get up to pour water, but Oscar hugged you tighter in his sleep, pressing you to him. His fingers squeezed your T-shirt. He whispered something in his sleep - quietly, tenderly. Yes, like never before.

— My dear husband... I love you...

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