Two or three weeks passed without any news from him. He had my number but never made a phone call. Maybe I should have forgotten that too. Leave him alone. But I couldn't really do it. Everything reminded me of him. The room next door, the few packets of candy left in my cupboard, the smell of chocolate. And then I still had the photos. Our contract still existed. He had to be reminded of that.
So one Saturday, I went to ring his doorbell, not really sure I would find him there. Yet it was he who came to open the door without even checking the identity of the visitor.
"But what else do you want from me? I'm not gay and I will never sleep with you. OK ? »
Those were his first words even though he left the door open before going back inside. What ingratitude. But hey, after all he hadn't
