I don't think sex could change anything, but it's one of the best means to release stress and escape from reality for a few hours. I want to believe in my statement so badly, but the recent changes in Ralph are making me reevaluate it. Sex was common between us, and it never affected Ralph in any way, so I highly doubt that it was because of sex that there were changes in Ralph's features in a good way. I know when my dick was involved there won't be good news in any way. That damn thing was part of my body. I don't know whether to worship it or curse it sometimes.
Ralph started showing his usual behavior, which was positive, and his face was plastered with a smile. At some point, I thought I would end up becoming bald as I was showing my frustration by pulling my hair harshly; thank God things didn't carry that far away. Coming back to the point, Ralph was lively—not fully, but he started showing some positive signs. I want to be relieved by watching this change, but somewhere I dread thinking maybe he started hiding whatever he was feeling and started faking everything, which will only cause more harm to him, and I will be the next target. Trust me, I want to be happy for his recovery, but at the same time, I want to be cautious.
I was giving my brain unnecessary work when I should enjoy at least for the time being. There was a buzz on the front door, and I made my way to check on the intruder. I opened the door; it was Edgar. I tried to slam the door in his face, but he was too fast in holding the door too tightly, followed by others. Smirks were dancing on everyone's faces. Oh, I hated it. "It's my house and I didn't invite any of you, get out." Edgar's smirk grew even larger, which I loved to tear by smacking the door on his face, but my strength was not enough. Still, I was not giving up. "I invited them to let them in." I gave up cursing inwardly and made my way toward the couch.
Everyone at a time engulfed Ralph, another family showtime that I hate to miss. The same questions were repeated like chanting, not giving a break for their hugs or to their question, nor letting him answer. How I wished this reunion never to happen in this decade.
They broke their hugs and started walking where I was. My annoyance was very much on display, which was promptly ignored by everyone, and I was surprised when Ralph was beside me closer. Talk about giddiness at this age after having sex for the umpteenth time. I didn't want to miss the chance, so I wrapped my hand immediately around his waist possessively, which earned an eye roll from everyone.
It's time for a family show. I couldn't help but immerse myself in the conversation, as I hate and can't trust them around Ralph. The conversation was pretty much lame, pulling each other's leg, talking about their partners, and in between, about company affairs. No one was touching the main subjects. I wish they would, but Ralph was in therapy, and I strongly believe that would help him somehow. Ralph was somewhat okay now, and I didn't want that sour mood all over again.
Sharing your in-depth feelings with someone has its own perks, and I hope these sessions make some difference in Ralph and his way of thinking and handling things. I really pray that he is not hiding for the sake of playing off like he usually does and becoming his own victim.
Their chattering was too loud, adding more fuel to my annoyance, but the way Ralph snuggled close to me only kept me on a leash. My hands were roaming on his hair. I could get used to this annoyance if he were beside me, but that's the thing: he wouldn't bloody choose me.
Someone poked me, which brought me back to the reality of where I was, and Edgar was in front of me with a smirk. "You are not a big fan of Ralph's friends' circle, which is entirely us. Please suck it off for once and for all, as we are going to be around Ralph most of the time." I rolled my eyes at that statement. "So, are you in?" This was Ralph. I stared at him for a moment for what I was in. "Don't tell me you zoned out in the entire conversation; were you busy with Ralph in your dreamy land?" Edgar knows how to poke better. When they give more reasons like this, I better banish them permanently than get used to their annoyance. "Well, let me repeat it for you. We are planning a short trip for the weekend. Do you want to join us?" It was a good plan. Why the hell didn't I come up with it? Spending my time alone with Ralph is far better than spending my time when these morons were surrounded, so nope. "No." Ralph was immediately in the seating position. "Why?" Raising an eyebrow, staring like I have committed the biggest sin by saying no. "Busy." "With what?" Confusion is evident. Oh, come on, does it even matter? I am damn busy cursing my life. I huffed. "Work." "Cut the crap; you are not, plus I bet you can manage your busy schedule in the same way you are making time for accompanying my sessions." I groan in return that's different. "He is so obvious that's because of us." That was Daisy. I swear I never loathed anyone's existence apart from Asher; she just fills the void by opening her big mouth every fucking time. "I love to be blunt all the time." "Don't worry, darling; you are very much evident on that face of yours." I cringe at the word darling. I bet that was evident to Geez; I can't help sometimes. "So." It came in unison why the heck they were so damn persistent? "It's just one weekend." Again, Ralph. He needed this; we two could go another time but with his friends? If I am genuinely willing to try something with Ralph, then I need to get along with whoever is related to him; whether I like it or not, it doesn't matter. We were teenagers; they hated me for stalking Ralph, so I should let it slide for the sake of Ralph at least. I got a fucking big heart. "Fine." I give in without more argument. Ralph nods his head in return. "Why am I not even surprised?" Edgar smirks, followed by snickering from everyone. I just sighed in submission for the day.
Can a person fall in love with the same person again and again?
Damn, I can answer my own question as I have fallen for the same person a thousand times. When I first laid my eyes on Ralph I fell hard for him, after our breakup whenever I came across him on social media, TV, or in any magazines I would fall instantly by grunting to myself but never came in terms because of the betrayal. When I entered his company, I tried to hide out of fear because I knew the result of facing him and when I faced him without giving a second thought grabbed the opportunity of being fuck buddy. Again, Asher snatched him in front of me and I felt betrayed even without being in a relationship. That was another blow I avoided Ralph like the plague on every social platform and oh boy I thought I was done with him. When I received a call from Edgar, I threw everything and ran to the hospital without wasting a second. When Ralph was in ICU my world had stopped, and those hours were the most dreadful hours of my life. From the day I brought him to my apartment I was doing everything I could to bring old Ralph back at least his smile. Today when I saw his smile on the beach running from his friends who were trying their best to catch him to throw him to the beach. In their defense, his friends requested him to join them which he denied so they didn't take no for an answer.
We were on the beach as they planned and from that time his friends are doing their best to occupy him in a good way.
My eyes were glued to Ralph's every move; without blinking, I was staring at him. Well, idiots like me do exist where they blindly fall in love with the same person.
He missed his friends so much; that was evident, and one could only guess how badly he was missing his parents. The smile was not that easy to wear off from the time we entered the beach even for a second. I don't think even Ralph was aware of the smile that was spreading on his face.
"He is an old soul." I glanced at the intruder even when I recognized the voice. In return, I hummed. "His attachment is the best and worst quality in him." I nodded my head without taking my eyes off Ralph. "Be careful." I grimaced at that but tried my best to play neutral. "Thanks for the heads up." With a chuckle, he spoke. "But you would never take my advice, right?" I finally faced Edgar. "Yes, one we are not friends. Two, I am the boss of my own life, and I love to blame myself for the consequences more than the others." Edgar rolled his eyes. "Good luck, stalker; you need most of it, and my best wishes for the coming misery days of yours. On the other hand, it's not a big deal as you are used to it. Will be in touch, yeah." By patting my shoulders, he made his way toward the beach house. It's like the whole universe was against me, urging me to run away once again.