Don't Say you love me, it's too late

After a While wrapping things, Tom entered the room.

“I forgot to give you this, Bernard has sent me this.” He said, I wanted to ask from who it was but he already left.
I opened the letter, it was from my sister…

Dear Sis.

I miss you. Mother misses you too, she”s only too stubborn to show it.
You know how she is.
You were right about the boss in the factory, you see, I work there too now.
He”s an awful man, and couldn”t stop touching me. I was afraid to do the same like you…
I also met a very nice boy. His name is César, he”s everything a girl wants… Strong, kind,… Only problem? He”s a sailor. Now he”s gone to some place I never heard of and I don”t know when he”s coming back.
I hope in time, before our child is born… Yes you read it well, I”m pregnant. Mother is not proud though. It”s for March.
But I know I can handle it.

Wish me luck.

Big kisses from your little sister.

I couldn”t stop crying, My little sister is pregnant?!
Just like in my dream… This was weird.

Tom came back in.
“So was it bad news?” He asked concerned.
“I don”t know, My sister is pregnant.” I said, he took me in his arms.
“I”m sure she will manage.” He said while tried to pull me closer to him, I pushed him away and started to work further. He has got to be kidding.
He looked at me insulted and left the room.
“Men.” I mumbled.
Because of my sister, I stopped thinking about Toulouse. So when I left the shop I barely noticed him when he suddenly walked towards me.
“So, ignoring me?” He asked, I woke up out of my thoughts.
“Oh no. I received a letter from my sister and…” But before I could speak further, I heard Toms Voice behind us.
“I told you to stay away from this guy.” He yelled.
Both of us turned around.
“Well, if it isn”t Tom, I haven”t seen you awhile.” Toulouse said smiling.

“Shut up you, she”s a decent girl.” Tom said but before Tom could do any things he would regret I walked in between them.
“Leave him alone, I still make my own choices.” I said while I pushed Tom away.
“You will regret this.” He whispered in my ear and walked away.
Then I looked at Toulouse.
“What did just happened?” I asked him.
“I don”t know, I guess he”s jealous.” Toulouse said but I didn”t believe him.

“Where haven”t you seen him?” I asked him.
“I”m a painter, and I will show you what I paint.”

After a little while we arrived back at Montmartre, at his place.

What he showed me was fantastic, I had no idea he was so talented…
What he painted were prostitutes, but the way he painted them, so fragile.
“I spent a lot of time in brothels.” He said.

Now that hurts.

“And Tom is a visitor?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Tom told me you would make me one.” I said almost whispering, afraid that he was right.
“No, why would I do that?” He asked but it didn”t satisfy me… So I put on a fake smile, said thank u for showing his paintings and went back to my room.
There I would fall apart.
“How can I be so stupid?” I asked myself, “He”s no better then all the rest.”

Someone knocked on my door, Oh God, please not Toulouse; he can”t see me like this!
So I whipped of the tears, tried to look happy and opened the door, it wasn”t Toulouse. But Richard.
I have never been so happy to see him.