Chapter 3
2011
S ebastian turned sixteen. He looked older than his peers. Perhaps because after the death of our father, he completely immersed himself in sports and studies.
I never met such persistent and intelligent people in my life. He was a role model for me, after dad, of course.
"Everything will be fine." Sebastian always said , and then he closed himself in his room for several hours and who knows what he did there. We weren't as close as we used to be.
Mom closed the door to her heart from me and I couldn't blame her, Sebastian closed the door to his room, and we didn't play any more. I closed myself off from the whole world to keep this pain inside me.
And then he appeared. My ray of sunshine, my hope, my stream of air. Denys transferred to my class and made me see the light when it seemed that I was forever doomed to live in darkness.
He was not like the others, he was the best. This is how our friendship began, which later turned into the most sincere love in the world.
"Hi." He sat next to me as it was the only free place in the class. Did I mention that I have a hard time making friends?
I did not immediately answer.
"Hi."
His blue eyes were carefully examining my face, and I couldn't look away either.
"I'm Dan," he held out his hand.
"Amelia." I shook his hand.
Dan quickly became the star of our class, and then among others, after a few years he became famous throughout the whole city. Although boys in those years are not very tall, he was tall enough. I liked his light blond hair, which turned completely golden in the sun. I loved his eyes, the colour of the Pacific Ocean, which were always looking intently at me.
I don't know why the stars decided that day that Dan and I would become friends, but I will say one thing - they were not wrong with the choice.
We spent all the time together, and when we didn't see each other for more than a week, we were ready to do anything just to meet.
"Coke?" he asked, and I nodded. "Today it's my turn to choose a film."
"I remember," I said, and put the notebook aside. It is only four o'clock in the afternoon, and we have just returned from school. I don't know how exactly I persuaded Denys to watch a movie with me, but still we are sitting on the couch at my house and watching Harry Potter.
"Classic," I answered, and he smiled.
I lay on his shoulder and felt something that I had never felt before.
The warmth that came from the depths of Denys's body was given to me.
I felt what, after several years, I called love.
2015
We turned fifteen, Denys was already successfully working in the field of modelling. If only you could see his perfect facial features, straight nose, slightly plump red lips and perfect strong body. I loved how his jaw tensed when he got angry, or how his abs peeked out from under his Tshirts. Sebastian was already finishing his second year and was dating a girl. He was not going to introduce us yet. I don't know whether he himself was mentally preparing for this, or whether he was preparing the girl. We got close again, became us again.
"So do you love her?" I asked when, finally, for the first time in several months, Sebastian returned from Kyiv, where he studied at the university.
"I think so." Sebastian looked like any girl's dream. A muscular body from years of training, dark blond hair but a little lighter than mine, tall and a great personality.
They are even somewhat similar to Denys. The only thing is that Sebastian has dark green eyes, like wet grass in the spring, and his cheekbones are not so pronounced, but for the most part they are very similar.
"And what about you with Dan? " He finally sat on my bed and I fell into his arms.
"Tomorrow we celebrate a year of our relationship," I said with a smile.
We were made for each other. As soon as we were born, we already knew somewhere deep in our hearts that we would fall in love and live happily ever after. And so it was. I was head over heels in love with him. I couldn't imagine my day without him, and he couldn't fall asleep without my texts.
"Denys has come," came my mother's voice from the first floor. I jumped out of bed, overwhelmed with emotions, and although we had known each other for what seemed like an eternity, every meeting with him was like the first.
"Don't act too excited," my brother said with a smile. But I did not pay attention to him and was already going down the stairs.
"Where is my beautiful girl?" He was standing in the doorway. A work of art, perfect from the beginning to the end, and most importantly, the one who belonged only to me. His light blond hair became impossibly lighter, and his blue eyes simply killed anyone who looked into them. He remained the star of the whole city and of the whole country, because posters with his face hung on every street, but before that he was a keen athlete, an excellent student and my boy. Which, by the way, at the age of fifteen had a height of one hundred and eighty centimetres. And I am exactly fifteen centimetres shorter than him. I ran up and hugged him, as if for the first time, as if we hadn't seen each other this morning, and we hadn't talked on the phone an hour ago. If it were my will, I would merge with him into one body and never let go. If I had known then what I was asking for, I would never have thought about it in my life, I would have rather torn out my tongue or hit my head against the wall, if only this thought had not appeared in my head, but you cannot take back what was said. Mom put her hands her hands and looked at us with tears. This happens every time she sees us together. Therefore, most often I ask Denys not to enter our house.
"Now it will begin," he whispered in my ear and leaned close to himself. His hand was on my waist, on my face was a silly smile of a girl in love, and we were looking into each other's eyes. In such moments, only the two of us remained to exist. Everything in the whole universe was disappearing, and only our hearts could be heard beating.
"I will take a picture of you," said my mother while taking out her camera, we laughed, because this is exactly what we expected. I was ready to give everything so that such moments would never end.