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My chapters won't be so small like this one but consider this as part of the previous chapter. I needed to say these things before the next chapter which will be flashbacks.
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Chapter 2: Pain
Mike was looking at her confused.
Mike: Who's getting married? I don't understand.
She wasn't looking at him.
Brittany: Santana. Santana is getting married.
Mike: But… but that's great… right? (Britany turned and looked at him in his eyes. He saw a great deal of hurt inside them) I don't understand, Brittany. You've been apart for over five years now.
Brittany: That's true…
She turned away again. Mike didn't know what to say or do. There was an awkward silence between them.
Mike: Are you in pain?
Brittany: (She answered immediately) Yes. (She paused) Everywhere; for a long time now; my soul, my entire body, my leg. Do you know for how many years I've been dancing without stopping for more than a week? (He didn't answer) For five years. Five whole years without a stop. Yes I'm in a great deal of pain. Where do I live Mike? Where's my home? Do you know? (He was pausing.) If I want to invite you and Tina for a dinner where you would come? Answer me.
Mike: (He answered sincerely realizing the truth.) I don't know. You don't have a house.
Brittany: Damn straight! Some few things that I've got are still in Santana's apartment in boxes inside a closet in her guest room because I never came back to collect them after we broke up. I come back only for a three days maximum. I sleep in her guestroom. If my break is more than three days I leave quickly for Lima. And don't let me start about Lima. And that's been going on for five whole years. Do you know why?
Mike: (He lowered his eyes realizing the truth and feeling slightly embarrassed for what he said earlier.) Because you are still in love with her.
Brittany: Damn straight. I'm gonna tell you something. When a relationship starts to take away from you things, you don't end it, you just revise it, you see it from a different perspective. That's what Santana and I did. Santana wanted me but she wanted me physically there with her. Loving her from abroad just wasn't enough for her. I really don't blame her. And I wanted Santana and I wanted to dance also. Believe me when I'm saying that I didn't get to choose between them. I didn't have the time. Everything happened very fast. Our relationship was leaving parts of us unsatisfied I guess. Even from high school. Of course how I would know that. I was always impulsive, doing things without thinking a lot. I paid my price. I paid it as you can see. (She pointed her leg) Santana was always making the decisions between us. She broke up with me the first time, she broke up with me the second time. She found a girlfriend and now she's getting married. I just left and never came back. I never came back to claim her back. I kept giving my self excuses. But right now no excuse is good for me that I left all these years go by without trying to get her back. That I let things get so out of control that she's getting married. (She paused and took a deep breath) I'm sorry Mike. I'm so sorry that I fell. I didn't mean it. I wasn't focused. I was thinking of her. I had just learnt the news. I didn't want to get myself hurt and that aches more than Santana's marriage; because now I'm stuck and I can't go away dancing around the world. I will be stuck on a bed thinking of her. Probably having her fussing around my head. And really I can't stand her presence more than three days. That's my limit. I think I have never ever spoken for that long in my life. I'm tired. Don't pull yourself out of the tour for me please. I'll hire a nurse don't worry and when I get the all clear I'm flying back to Lima. I'll talk to the production I'll just tell them that I had stomach issues and I got dizzy. Go now, Mike. I'm exhausted. Thank you for everything.
Mike stood up. His eyes were full of tears. He got closer to her and hugged her.
Mike: I love you my friend I'll always be at your side.
Brittany: Me too, buddy. Goodnight.
Mike: Goodnight, Britt.
And with that he left. Brittany left alone in the hospital room in a European country far away from home and let her mind pulled down to the memory lane.