For the Love of Vee
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 35: Vee
Yaron and I headed into the backyard. I walked quickly, in an attempt to leave behind those sticky and annoying emotions that the reunion with my father had awakened in me. Yaron followed my steps, in silence. I felt his breath in my ear. His smell was on my breath.
We sat down at our place. The place of our first kiss. The place we were going to meet when aliens came to invade our planet. The sun was shining brightly. The flowers were growing wild.
“How long are you staying?”
“Three days. I have to be in Los Angeles. I miss the days when I was free to do whatever I wanted.”
He nodded. He didn’t say anything. I realized he had become the quiet guy, listening more than talking and pondering every word.
“How’s college?”
His eyes lit up. “Piece of cake. Everything is going according to the plan. I love my classes and I’m acing them.”
“I’m so glad for you, Yaron. You’re going to be a great psychologist.”
He took my hand and squeezed it. “Thank you, Vee. I hope so.”
I smiled and thought that even my absence had just been a bump in the road for us, everything was going to be okay.
“How’s everything with your family?”
“Well, things are more complicated on that front. My father wants to retire, but since I refuse to follow his steps he has to keep working until he finds the right person to take his place in the family business. I’m not his favorite person right now. They’re putting a lot of pressure on me to drop my studies and take charge of everything.”
“It must be hard for you.”
“It’s okay. Nothing I can’t handle, but...” he turned his head and looked into my eyes, “I don’t know how to mend the gap between us.”
Was Yaron still talking about his family or was he talking about us?
Something had changed between us, whether I wanted to see it or not. Something invisible, difficult to locate and understand, but impossible to ignore.
We hadn’t kissed yet. We had barely touched. After our hug at his house, we kept a safe distance that I didn’t fully understand. I was dying to kiss him, but a part of me didn’t know if I could still do that. And that thought terrified me. I was scared because, suddenly, I realized that, if I no longer felt free to kiss Yaron whenever I wanted, it was because our had become relationship was more deteriorated than I thought.
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