MasukThat evening, after another, slowly creeping hour, he had admitted to himself that Sylvie had been right on another point as well. Not only was he jealous, but he had feelings for Janna that went beyond the usual for a good friend. Feelings that were much stronger than what he felt for Sylvie and were the reason for his jealousy. After this insight a rushing wave of emotions broke over him. Even today he couldn't say when his feelings for Janna had changed, let alone when he had started to find her attractive. For a long time he had thought about how to deal with the new situation. At first he would have loved to run over to Janna and wake her up in the middle of the night to confess his feelings to her. But he quickly dismissed that thought. Janna was madly in love with Aaron and he was just a good friend to her. As it should be, he added again affirmatively in his mind. But from that moment on, the meaning "good friend" got a bitter aftertaste for him. He tilted his head back and looked up at the dark sky. A friendship that was previously fulfillment has now been devalued by the little word "only". But he didn't want to devalue their friendship, he wanted to uphold it. Love broke, as he had seen with his parents, and friendship could last and grow for a lifetime. And that was what he wanted to have Janna in his life forever. She had become too much a part of his little family, part of his ideal world and at no cost in the world did he want to endanger this unity. Friendship, that's how it should stay. Even now, three years later, he stuck to that decision.
Lihat lebih banyakTogether with her mother, Janna stood in front of Grandpa Wilhelm's sickbed. It had been three days since the surprising stroke, but it was the first time they came to see him. Grandma Gerda had asked in the neighborhood to let a few days pass and to refrain from visiting until her husband was feeling a little better. Nevertheless, Janna was deeply shocked by the poor condition in which Grandpa Wilhelm found himself. The left half of his face was still hanging uncontrollably and the corner of his mouth twisted downwards, distorting it. His swollen arm, unable to move, was raised on a pillow. He tried hard to stay awake, but kept falling asleep and could hardly speak. If he succeeded in a word, it sounded throaty and it took some effort to understand. Like a mother hen, Grandma Gerda scurried anxiously around her beloved husband, to make it as comfortable as possible for him to wipe the sweat from his forehead or to moisten his dry lips with a wet stick. No matter how,
Janna was angry. And that was a state in which she shouldn't be underestimated, Eike knew that too. As her brother, he had provoked her several times until she was finally as angry as she was at this moment. He could easily tell by her flushed cheeks and fluttering nostrils. Waiting, he looked at his sister. It had been so clear that she would react this way and he had been looking forward to her coming home for the last few minutes and then teasing her with her new nickname. Good job, Jo, he thought and grinned."When did you talk to him?" She asked tightly and he knew exactly who she was talking about."Hm, who do you mean?" He said hypocritically.He took a sip from his glass and ignored her fixed gaze."I mean Jo, who else? T," she squeezed out angrily. He loved to tease her like that. It was just too fun."Oh, he ..." said Eike drawn out. "Jo called ten minutes ago and told me about your little encounter." She snorted. "But why didn't you tell
Janna frantically brushed her hair back and tried to concentrate on the order of the customer in front of her. It was late afternoon and the line of customers in front of her didn't seem to want to end. Again and again new people came into the coffee shop, so that, as usual at this time, they queued up to the door. Today she was assigned to the cash register and Jan, her gaunt colleague, prepared the drinks. He was uncomfortable to work with as he always teased her with loud sayings that everyone in the room could hear. Her bright red hair bit itself mercilessly with the dark red of the uniform and the green apron, which caused him to call her "the blob of paint" with an intentionally squeaky voice. He was happy to transform this original word into different variations. Like right now: “Hey, blob, watch out. The customer is already placing his order for the third time. "Normally she hated it when Jan tried to boss aro
Janna ...His thoughts lingered on her.Thoughtfully, he reached for the tobacco pack lying on the table, opened it and took a fine piece of paper between his fingers to fill it with tobacco. He practically turned the structure into a cigarette, then lit his metal lighter and made the cigarette glow with a deep breath while he listened to the soothing crackle. From some distance a familiar double gong of the church bells could be heard, telling him the time. Presumably all the residents of the small suburb were in a blissful sleep, after all it was the middle of the week and only he was kept awake by the inevitable jet leg. He took another drag on his cigarette and tried to imagine the architecture of the small local church.But it just didn't help, Janna's fine face pushed into his thoughts again. Sometimes





