First day
She enters the TD room wearing a jacket, a distinctive sign of sea lovers. I have the same one. She has short hair, a little boyish look. She wants to sit next to me in class, asks me if she can do it. I answer with a failed joke that it is not possible: “I don’t like girls. » Aude settles in anyway. The rest of the course spent side by side is not very warm. I’m in a relationship and she too, the year goes by like this, we don’t talk much, but we’re never very far from each other either.
In the middle of the year, there is this crazy laugh that takes us out of class to calm down. I can’t necessarily place the moment when I start thinking about her, it’s unreal, we’re both already engaged. But I really like her somewhat tomboyish lifestyle, she’s not into feminine frills, she knows how to play with her natural charm. Towards the end of the student year, I hang out with his group of friends all the time. She organizes a party to celebrate the birth of her nephew, it falls on a night when I have to go to a concert with my girlfriend.
“I only remember the evening until one o’clock in the morning… She never wanted to tell me what had happened during those few hours that are missing from my memory. »
I go to her house afterwards, there are about ten of us in her studio, I bought some whiskey to give me courage. I only remember the evening until one o’clock in the morning. The next image is of me lying on the floor of her bedroom next to her, wearing her panties and her T-shirt. I know something happened, but what? I stroke her back. She turns around and kisses me. She never wanted to tell me what had happened during those few hours that are missing from my memory.
We get up, we stay pretty close. I end up leaving, without talking too much about the night that has just passed. On the stairs, she catches up with me: I forgot my glasses. I tell her that, all the same, we have to talk, she doesn’t really know, she’s troubled, she replies that we’ll see. Aude leaves to revise her partials in Brittany, does not answer my calls.
We meet for our last day of master, we are going to visit the auction of Boulogne-sur-Mer. She acts as if nothing had happened in front of our comrades. At one point, she walks away to get some money from the ATM, I challenge her, tapping her gently on the buttocks: “You know we need to talk?” »
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