He slid the paper into my hand and touched my hand for a brief second. “See you, I hope” he said, softly. He stood close to me and I smelled his familiar cologne. “Yes” I mumbled. He left my room and left me there with a beating heart and a clouded mind. I sat on the edge of my bed and felt some kind of way. I paced back and forth in my room, because I didn’t know if I should go or not. I wanted to, but then I didn’t want to. I was scared to be near him again, scared of getting hurt again and scared of getting betrayed again. After 2 hours of thinking and fighting with my mind, I finally decided to meet him. I needed closure and answers, so did he. The sooner we had this talk, the better. “I’ll see you at 7pm” I texted him. I wore a blue denim jeans with a simple turquoise blouse and put my hair up in a ponytail. I didn’t want to dress up, because why should I? It wasn’t a date. I was nervous however. I charged my phone and transferred a lot of pictures from my phone to my laptop. The doorbell rang sometime later. I went downstairs and found him talking with my mom. He noticed me and smiled. He looked handsome, wearing a button-down shirt for a change and a leather jacket. I grabbed my blazer and walked towards them. “Have fun guys” my mother said, which made it look kind of awkward. “After you” he said and let me walk out the door first. “You look beautiful” he said while we walked to his car. “Uhm, thanks” I said.
“Where are we going by the way?” I asked, while he was driving. “Museum” he said. “Museum?” I frowned, because that’s the last place I had expected. “Yes, you’ll like it” he smiled. “Wait, I thought we were going to talk?” I frowned. “We are” he said. I felt a little confused, but I didn’t say anything. He parked his car in front of the CCCB (Centre de Cultura Contemporània de Barcelona) museum. “There is a small photography exhibition going on” he said and opened the car door for me.
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