Miria sat down opposite him, softer.
— Ikan… try to put yourself in his place.
—It's not easy, especially when we're talking about the love of your life.
He clenched his fists.
— But she can find better.
He looked up at her.
— Mom, Dad... even his own parents always say that true love never hurts.
— Of course, there are difficulties... but it does not use the other for its own interests.
His voice hardened.
— This guy is cheating on her with someone else, aunt Miria.
Miria blinked.
—Are you sure of yourself?
— I swear it on your head.
He hesitated, then added:
— I can even show it to you in my memories.
Miria took a deep breath.
—So... we have to help him.
- How ?
Ikan sighed.
— She sees me as a child anyway.
— Yet we are only two years apart.
He shook his head.
— She thinks she's mature... but her behavior isn't.
"Yes, she's mature," Miria replied.
—Mature?
He stared at her.
— Is playing pranks mature?
— Is doing crazy things mature?
— Buying gifts for your boyfriend because he asks for them for bogus reasons, is that mature?
Miria chuckled despite herself.
— Said like that… it's not false.
Ikan lowered his voice.
— Yet... I like it.
— I like the freedom it gives off.
— Her side is a little… crazy.
Miria smiled, amused.
—Are you still going to deny that you love him?
Ikan sighed deeply.
—Keep that to yourself.
Miria burst out laughing.
But behind the door...
Alixia was there.
She had heard everything.
Heat rose to his cheeks.
His heart was beating too fast.
An embarrassed, almost trembling smile appeared on his lips.
Without making a sound, she walked away.
With, for the first time, a doubt...
and maybe some hope.