Livia
I've always been the most popular guy in school. Captain of the team, surrounded by friends, used to being the center of everything. And there was Livia... the chubby and poor girl who seemed to be born just to become a joke. Her uniform was old, and she walked around with the notebook against her chest as if it were a shield. I never started the jokes, but I laughed along. It was easier. She was always looking at me, trying hard to get a second out of my gaze. He sat where I could see, created reasons to talk close to me, left my drawings forgotten around the room. I just thought it was strange... and kind of uncomfortable. After class, she declared herself. He said he had liked me for years. I ignored it and went straight through. She ran after me, hugged me from behind, begging for a chance. Her voice broke, but I let go of her hands and left. Even so, it stuck in my head. Every time our eyes met, she was already crying. When they asked, I said I felt sorry. One day I stayed late in the living room and listened
About Livia
I've always been the most popular guy in school. Captain of the team, surrounded by friends, used to being the center of everything. And there was Livia... the chubby and poor girl who seemed to be born just to become a joke. Her uniform was old, and she walked around with the notebook against her chest as if it were a shield. I never started th...Read more