Angel Leffman
I ran from Sofia's apartment like the devil was chasing me. If I stayed there for another minute, I knew I'd be doomed. I knew the moment I tasted her lips that I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
I've lasted five years without kissing her or touching her with the thought of her evil doings in my mind. I ignored her, treated her badly, and did everything else just to keep my hatred. But all of that is forgotten. The moment I saw her wrapped in a towel with her hair still wet in the shower, the scent of her body invading my nostrils, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Why can't I resist her? She made my life a living hell. How could I lust after her? How could I feel an ounce of care towards her?"
I remember the kiss, how warm her body was, and how it perfectly melted against mine. Her hands on me, her smell, and... damn it! You are an idiot, Angel!
"Maybe she's right, and I need to get my mind checked because she's driving me crazy," I muttered to myself.
I tried to calm myself down when I reached Autos-Let. I drenched my face with water and thought about everything. I need to clear my mind. I know that Sofia is right. It's time for us to sit down and talk, but I can't do that when all I can picture is her below me, and another part of me still hates her.
"I saw you came, and we need to talk," Harry said when he arrived, but he probably saw the state I was in. "What happened?"
"Sofia. That's what happened,"
"Is it that serious that you're like that?"
"Harry..." I growled out his name in warning.
"My friend, you need to take whatever's bothering you out or you'll explode. Didn't you have lunch with Elisa?"
I sighed and palmed my face. "I took her out for ice cream and drove her home."
He blinked his eyes at me. "That's it? Okay, I won't say anything because you don't listen anyway."
"Don't listen? I listen so much that it's driving me insane. I listen to Elisa and how she repeatedly blames Sofia or how she reminds me of my baby. I listen to my mom complain about Sofia and how she treats them or how she forced my dad to marry me. I listen to my sister's constant whine about how Sofa is so mean to her. I listened to my pops and how he was disappointed with what I did. And now I'm starting to listen to Sofia, and it's messing with my fucking head because it seems like she's not someone who will do what everyone's complaining about. So don't tell me that I don't fucking listen!"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. Let me rephrase it: you don't listen to what you need to hear. Angel, you know that you've loved Sofia since college, and if you're with Elisa, it's because of the guilt you're feeling, but..."
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"That's not true," I said, interrupting him.
"Yes, it is," he said, his voice calm. "For years, you've been suppressing your feelings, Angel. I know you love Sofia. I know you've always loved her. The question is, why did you ignore her for so long?"
I raised my head, my gaze locked on Harry's. "How did you know?"
"I know you, Angel. I know your patterns. I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work. You need to talk to Sofia. You need to confront your feelings and move on with your life,"</p>
