Chapter fifteen

" Let's head home." Andreas said, walking out.

Rebecca remained in silence until they arrive at Andreas' house.

She was walking toward her room when Andreas took her hand.

She turned around looking at him in the eye. Her look was cold, ambiguous, like if she was mad at him.

"If you need anything, I'm here Beck." He kept eye contact with her.

She looked away, she was feeling a mixture of feelings altogether.

She felt guilty for blaming her mother all the years, for not having looked for the truth. She felt hurt, despair but at the same time she felt lost and empty.

Tears were not streaming down her face, but still, she felt the saddest she's ever been.

At this point what's worst? Thinking your mother abandoned you on purpose or knowing for a fact that your mother maybe would have loved you if it wasn't for destiny.

Those questions were flashing through her mind leaving her in a whirl of negative emotions.

"It's fine I need some alone time." She whispered avoiding his stare.

"Rebecca.." He looked at her, he seemed vulnerable, like if he was feeling sorry.

She turned around, she inclined her head waiting for him to speak.

"You can talk to me." He said.

She shook her head taking a step forward when Andreas stopped her once again.

She looked at him annoyed, it was visible her anger in her eyes.

"Please don't shut me down."

"I want to be alone." She raised her voice.

"I can't even imagine how angry you are right now. But I guarantee you that I will do my best to make you meet her. If that's what can make you feel better."

She hinted at a smile.

"But please don't shut me down." He whispered almost pleading. Although he was emotionless he was feeling very empathetic with her.

"Trust me, I know it's easier just to let the world out and isolate yourself. But right now you can't do that. You're so much stronger than all the anger that eats you up inside. You're much stronger than all your demons." He brushed her hair away from her face looking into her eyes.

The girl nodded, couldn't bear the intensità of his eyes so she looked away.

"When can I meet her?" She askes. Still avoiding his gaze.

"I will try to call her. And ask her to meet you."

His saying finally caught her gaze. Her eyes lighted up, "really?" She asked, finally smiling sincerely.

He nodded returning the smile.

He grew serious again. "But you don't have to tell anyone."

"Thank you." She felt her anger slowly calm down.

"Back to business, pasta for dinner?" He raised an eyebrow. The enchantress laughed, nodding.

She lookes at him cooking, smiling. He's not like the first day she's met him, right now he was being a completely different person. She wonderes which version was the truest one.

"Of course the true one is the first version." He said.

The poor girl scoffed "can you stop reading my thoughts?" She complained.

"Don't tell anybody that I am making you pasta or that I was kind before." He said threatening her with a wooden spoon.

Roselyn giggles "why? Because it may ruin your reputation?" She folded her arms, rolling her eyes.

"Exactly." He said strutting.

They both laughed.

He gave the first dish to her who put it on the table.

"Let's play the questions game." Becca said.

He chuckled. "I don't do those silly games. Do them with Ben."

"Come on. You're boooring." She rolled her eyes.

"Fine. But I'll go first."

"Do you like Ben?" He askes, washing the second dish.

Roselyn frowned. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged, drying the dish.

"I don't know him well enough and I have a boyfriend." She answered, she toik the second dish that Andreas passes to her. Their hands touch for a instant.

Enough to make her feel a shiver ran through her arms having her blush.

He seemed impassive as he said "your turn."

She cleared her voixe, composing herself.

"Is it true that you have rules about love?" She asked with ease.

"Rules about not sleeping more than three times with the same girl and about not opening up." She explained better.

"I do." He amswered with a cold tone.

"Why?"

They both sat at the table.

"Let's eat now." He ignored her question.

"Come on."

"Because I don't want to get close. I don't do relationships. Never did, never will." He said eating his meal.

Roselyn tasted the pasta and exclamates "soo good."

She talked again after taking a few bites. "But dating is good. Having someone you can fully rely on is amazing. Someone who loves you no matte-"

Andreas stopped her talking "Does Mark love you?"

Roselyn nodded.

"Yet you've never called him those days. And you didn't even think about him when Ben flirted. Moreover, I could kiss you right now and you wouldn't even remember you have a boyfriend."

"That's not true. I would never kiss you." The girl answered with an angry tone of voice. He was being an asshole again.

"My point is that love hardly exists. There's always one person who loves the other more, who would do anything for the other. But in the end what's left? Years wasted with someone who didn't even deserve all that attention. By not having relationships I spare everyone a lot of pain."

Hearing him talk like that made her assumenan expression of displeasure, shaking her head.