The Love of An Invisible

[Gustam Stevens’ Vision]

After the ice hockey game, I feel broken, but it was good. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been out, just me and my son, alone. Now I’m at the office, since I didn’t go to the company, I need to streamline as much as possible at home. I look at the clock on the computer screen, and it is seven o’clock at night. This is the time my wife and I usually get home.”

“How was the conversation with our son?” – my wife enters the office, just in time. I hear the noise of the door being locked and the sound of her thin heels on the floor.

“Two news items, dear.” – I close the open folders on the computer and then turn it off, turning the chair around and facing Carmen.

I watch as Carmen lets go of her bun, her hair falls like waterfalls down her back, and in stride she comes toward me and sits on my lap. I squeeze her waist and kiss my wife.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Working without you is extremely boring, love, the good stuff only happens when you’re there,” she says slyly and initiates a fiery kiss.

I lift one of my hands to the back of her neck and hold her hair tight, with the other hand I tighten even more her waist, our tongues play in an endless war of various tasting flavors. I feel the blood running hotter in my groin, and she also feels it because her smile during the kiss shows that she wants it as much as I do.

“What’s the news?” – she whispers softly in my ear, giving me goosebumps. “Oh Lord, woman!” I straighten up in my chair and huff before starting to speak:

“Our son has already decided what course he’s going to take in college,” I say, smiling. She smiles too and looks at me with bright eyes of curiosity. “He wants to study business and follow in my footsteps.”

I feel my cheeks hurt; I was smiling all day after he told me this. I feel proud. I love my son, and if he wanted to choose any other career, that would be fine by me. I would support him in whatever his decision was. However, he chose to follow the same career as mine, and this makes me extremely happy. I will be able to retire without worrying about what will happen with the future of the company.

“Ah, good, I am happy that he has already decided what he wants for his future,” Carmen says, and I see that she, like me, is very proud of the decision of our only son.

“He is in love,” I say, smiling.

“Who is the girl?” – I have a very curious wife. I love this about her. She is spontaneous, truthful, caring. There are so many qualities that make me love her.

“Aya.” I pause and see her trying to remember where she knows this name from. Seeing that she has not yet managed to speed up the process, I decide to speak soon. “Aya Millenis, the youngest daughter of our friends.”

Carmen’s surprised expression was so funny that I held myself back from laughing. I was also very surprised. I never saw these two talking, and I don’t even know how she is doing now. A few years ago her parents stopped taking her to the company’s partners. I have already invited them to dinner here at home, but always only they and their oldest daughter come. Aya is always traveling, so she never showed up, but I found out that my son studies in the same school as her, they must have gotten closer there.

“We never saw her again,” she comments with her eyes fixed on some point on the white floor. “She must be a beautiful teenager,” she smiles, imagining. “If I’m not mistaken, she is one year younger than Iuri, right?”

“Yes, I also think that she must already be a lovely teenager, but she has proposed to another, but maybe, if we are lucky, she has been rejected. Let’s invite them to come to dinner sometime. It could be an opportunity for our son to propose and try to win her heart,” she smiled at the possibility of being able to help in Iuri’s love life.

“Great idea, my love.” Carmen smiles and kisses me eagerly again.

With extreme skill, she sits facing me, perfectly fitting her hips to mine. She starts to roll over, the blood in my groin boils again with excitement, and I intensify even more our kiss, holding her tightly by the nape of her neck with one hand and with the other dictating the speed of the movements of her hips on my groin.

” Ah, thank you Lord for putting this woman in my life!” – I thank God mentally as I feel the sweet smell of my wife’s sugary perfume fill the entire office, making me even more crazy about her.

[Leandro Silva’s Vision]

“Have you cleaned the house?” – I stop writing when I hear the irritating voice of my stepfather. Filthy old man, fat bastard! I hate him!

“I’m busy,” I answer and start writing again.

It is an essay about the environment. This is my third attempt. If I don’t succeed this time, I will have a failing grade in biology. I can’t do it. The only subject I can get good grades in is math. However, I have always been so lax that even in this subject, my grades are not good. I need to make an effort.

“Look here, kid,” he slaps an open hand on my small wooden table, causing a loud noise. “I don’t pay for your school, and I don’t put food on the table for you to be lazy in my house!”

Smelling him so close makes me want to vomit. The smell of booze and smoke, along with the smell of dead animals exhaling from his armpits is unbearable. I hold my breath and close my eyes tightly to control the growing anger in my chest.

“What is going on?” – I hear the sound of my mother’s thin voice.

“Your son, woman, that ungrateful brat.”

I drag the chair, making enough noise to interrupt him from continuing with his disgusting speech, quickly put all my notebooks and pens into my backpack. Without saying a word or looking any of them in the face, I leave the house. I feel my blood boiling. I can’t wait to get out of here.

My mother married Carlos when I was five years old. My father had died in a car accident. He was drunk and hit a pole. The car exploded, and he died on the spot. I don’t even remember his face. All I remember is the beatings he used to give me and my mother. He left nothing, and in just six months, my mother met her current “husband.” At first, he was nice. He is about forty years older than her. He treated her well. But after I turned twelve years old, he retired and became this disgusting old man. I can’t even stand to be in the same presence as him.

It’s already dark, the streets are empty, after my father’s death I became a complicated child who only got into trouble and made fun of other people’s faces, as time went by this got tired of me, I won’t lie saying that I became an example of a person, I still do things I don’t like, but I don’t bully as much as I did three years ago.

I have never told anyone about my personal life, not even Suzana, she has never met my mother, all that everyone knows is that I am a handsome guy who is very good at sports, they think I have the perfect life, I hope it will continue like this.

I work at night in a pizzeria, what I get is enough to disguise my real situation, my mother also works, as a cleaner somewhere, I stopped asking, she always changes jobs because her retired husband constantly takes immense pleasure in making our lives a living hell, but this situation will not last forever, I will do everything to get out of this hole and give my mother a better life, because despite everything, she does the best she can for me, and I will still be worthy of marrying Suzanne, she has already given me the conditions to accept my request, I am sorry to involve Aya in this, but I want to be happy and she is my happiness.

I already know which course I want to take and I have already applied to three universities, I will study hard and get a full scholarship, I know I am not the smartest, but I will do my best!

I inhale the cold night air filling my lungs and hurry my steps, I’m going to the square that is a few blocks away from the house of my mother’s husband, I need to concentrate so as not to repeat the year and be able to have total focus on the university and thus earn a decent living.

[ Iuri Stevens’ View ]

“Hi, I’m sorry for ignoring you for the whole week, I’m a weakling who despite dealing every day with the defeat, did not know how to deal with the bitter taste of disappointment, and that left me airborne about all the other important things, and that’s it, your friendship is very important to me, I hope you can forgive me ” – tighten in sending.

This week that I have spent in the cesspool, I have ignored any contact with George, I feel like a failure, but today my father has made me stand up and I can’t let myself be shaken like this.

I take off all my clothes and put them in the laundry basket, go to the shower and turn on the shower, the warm temperature makes me relax and let my mind even more calm.

In twenty minutes I’m already in my pajamas in front of the television, today I will return for my marathon, and the anime chosen was: Kimetsu no Yaiba or Demon Slaiyer, it’s up to each one’s taste, I prefer the original name.