After a paused, deep breath, she continued with a calm voice. “I don’t like to give up. Never.”
Another deep breath. Fresh air flooding her lungs, relaxing her body.
The girl was starting to feel comfortable. She was being listened carefully as she was opening her soul, letting all her feelings, all her fears go. For the first time, since long ago.
The boy was starting to feel confused. They were good friends, but he dangerously -from his viewpoint- started to feel like he was becoming her therapist. And he liked the girl, since long ago.
The situation repeated itself several times in the following couple of weeks: the girl sharing her most private feelings and emotions; the boy listening quiet and carefully, respecting the intimacy and trust growing between the ever-closer couple of friends.
But a given day, as the girl started talking, the boy, suddenly showing himself a bit rough, interrupted her abruptly, paralyzing the girl with a mix of surprise and disappointment.
Before the girl could even try to start a cognitive process trying to identify a reason for why should he do that, the boy talked: “You’ve let all your feelings go for a while. Now it’s my turn.”
And he kissed her.