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The Seven Almost-Exes

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As soon as Bishan graduated, his father managed to secure him a job and an apartment. He even drove Bishan to his new place, then closed the door quickly, drove off, and didn��t contact his son till a year later on the 4th of July.

The apartment had nothing but a kitchen and a bathroom, and Bishan didn’t have enough money saved to buy a mattress.

First night he slept on the floor.

During his first shift he asked if he could get a small advance on his pay check.

Second night he slept on the floor.

Between his second night and his twentieth - when he finally got a mattress - Bishan often found himself in luck with one night stands.

Nothing serious, just a good night's sleep.

Despite his first love story with Emilia ending in shambles, Bishan still believed he could have something real. Katheryn was gorgeous, she loved to come to the bar to dance, she loved to dance with every bartender, among which Bishan.

She would have him take her home, ask him to talk Spanish to her. She called upon him whenever she needed him, at the most inconvenient of times. But he always had fun around her, they would go to dinner parties, the cinema, she would take him shopping. He could fall asleep with her in his arms and never have thought the better of it. 

That was of course until he found out that she was doing a whole lot of illegal stuff. Once he found out though, he knew how to take advantage. Soon he had a flatscreen tv in his house, a new fridge and microwave, a closet for all of his stuff, the best mattress that was on sale, and a small couch. When he wanted a book or new clothes or anything else his materialistic heart could desire, he would simply ask her. And because she knew he knew, she would give it to him. 

Then some day she disappeared. 

Bishan to this day doesn’t know what happened to her, he just knows she never loved him. 

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When Bishan befriended Paul it had been over their mutual love for soccer. Most people in their direct vicinity only loved sports like Football - something that had completely confused Bishan at first, because the Spanish word for soccer is futbol - or Basketball. 

He would invite him over to watch the game, they would discuss it while Bishan was cleaning or serving at work, and sometimes they would fall into other topics of conversation. 

One thing led to another and before either of them realised it, they spent half the week at each other’s places. 

And before Bishan knew it, he was in love. 

To him, the relationship was exclusive, to jealous Paul, it was supposed to be, but while he had no trouble cheating and sleeping with other men, his fear was that Bishan would do something to hurt him instead. 

One night when they were tangled up together he posed the question. “Are you only into men?” 

Bishan had said, just as casually because he didn’t even think to ask why that was so important to Paul: “No, I don’t really care much. Guess that makes me bisexual or something.” 

The next morning he had woken up alone in his apartment, and every time he saw Paul, the man acted as if Bishan meant nothing to him. 

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After Paul Bishan had been afraid to be open about liking men and women. He flirted with anyone who came at the bar, but he drew the line when it was men trying to get him to go home with them. He tried to not be into them, figured it was easier if he just solely dated women, if he only looked for those soft curves and clean faces. 

Then there was Randy. 

Randy who had long blonde curly hair, an angelic face, who danced as if the world wasn’t watching, and who always ordered drinks with a laugh on his face. 

Randy who was trying his best to not be gay. 

There was something about the both of them trying to not be something that was hard to ignore that drew Bishan to him, and Randy to Bishan. They kissed in secret, in the back of the store when nobody was watching. 

Bishan helped - or at least tried to help - Randy accept this part of him, called him pretty boy, say the sweetest things as he began to think that things between the two of them turned into a more serious direction. 

When Randy’s parents kicked him out of the house after he told them he was gay, he moved in with Bishan. It was almost too perfect.

Maybe that should’ve told Bishan something was wrong. But he was enjoying everything too much to question it. 

The first time he discovered Randy in his bed with another man, he had forgiven him, despite the buried emotions that resurfaced. The second time he gave Randy an ultimatum: either they were exclusive or Randy would have to find somewhere else to stay. 

Randy promised him that they were together, that it wouldn’t happen again. 

And it didn’t for at least a month. Until while putting out the trash, Bishan found Randy making out with somebody in the dark alleyway. He left Randy’s stuff out at the front door and had the locks changed, no matter how often the handsome young man begged Bishan to take him back, Bishan stood his ground. 

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It took him a while to get back into the game, the idea of not being enough for one person to love, the idea that every time he thought he loved somebody, they never loved him back. It was also around that time that he met his ex from high school. It was easier to just be alone, to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the great feeling of really connecting to someone. 

Along came Mara. 

Mara was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, her curly black hair hung over her shoulders and she had a particular way of brushing it out of her face. Bishan fell into her arms whenever she said his name, so warmly. 

He did everything for her. 

He felt alive when he was with her, she matched his grins and when she heard of the things he did to blackmail people who came into the bar it drew a laugh from her lips. But never once did she admit to playing him. 

When one night she came in with another man, Bishan had been confused. She shushed him when he had asked what was happening. But he realised quickly enough. 

She told him eventually that she had been unsure about her fiance, she was scared of him hurting her. She didn’t seem to notice how much that was hurting Bishan. She was happy now, she wanted to be with the man she was supposed to marry, he would find someone, she was sure. And she kissed him for a last time before disappearing out of his life. 

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Lila wasn’t supposed to be more than just a friend. They met each other trying to blackmail the same shady guy, and from then on for the first time since forever: Bishan had a partner in crime. But not really crime, because it wasn’t really illegal what they were doing, or so the both of them agreed.

Eventually they did get into a more serious relationship, she was about a decade, maybe more, older than him. First she lived in her car, then she ended up living on his couch, eventually upgrading to next to him on the bed. 

Bishan felt understood, while Lila didn’t talk about her past much, she did allow Bishan to lighten his heart. Things he had never really talked about before, she gladly listened to. 

Bishan found that he was planning his future with her, which was a strange sensation, something he had never done before, at least not as serious as now. 

Then one day Lila came to the bar, told Bishan that she had to go back to her husband and four kids, and left. 

She also stole his tv. 

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Sandra, his co-worker, found him lonely and sad before their shifts started. She was supposed to be a rebound, but Bishan felt like he needed her, so he would constantly call upon her company, and Sandra enjoyed his attention. 

For months she worked him, spent many moments together, was there for him whenever he needed someone. Bishan trusted her, even though she was also the one giving him the nickname Bis. He trusted her because she never seemed to judge, she shrugged when he did, she laughed when he laughed. They could grin at each other during shifts and already know what the other was thinking. 

They were friends and lovers. 

But Bishan should’ve never told her about what he did in his free time. 

One day he was called into the office, where his boss told him that Sandra had come to him and told him about Bishan’s business. He was fired right on the spot, and when he got home, all his stuff was gone. 

All Sandra had left him was a sleeping bag and some food in the fridge.

That was a few weeks before the Virus rapidly spread through the area.