Of the small group in front of me, Diana was the one who managed to get along the most with my parents, because she was my oldest friend. Even with what had happened between us over the past few months, the anguish emanating from her entire face let me know that this had affected her too."I'm sorry," he said, his voice muffled and barely audible. I'm so sorry... For everything , Amy.That was all his collapse, because then he let the tears that had accumulated in his eyes fall down his face. He pronounced everything in a different way, loaded with feelings that I couldn't distinguish.He didn't have to explain anything else. Because, even though we hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, I knew her so well that I knew exactly how far that "everything" went .The lump in my throat tightened so much it hurt like I was being strangled. I closed my eyes tightly, nodding my head. My eyes burned for wanting to do the same as Diana, for wanting to collapse there and let out, even a small par
I requested that Claire be the first one Tyler dropped off at his house, as I was worried that his mother would start making calls and causing a fuss because she had escaped from his care. My friend said goodbye to me the same way she gave me her condolences: with a hug so strong that I felt like she had broken something in me.Both Tyler and Diana expressed concern about me being left home alone, but Nat nevertheless urged them to let me do whatever I wanted. If I wanted to be alone, to be at peace, they would listen to me... At least, for today.I rubbed my forehead with the arm that was not Diana's prisoner, in a vain attempt to calm the painful pulsations that attacked my skull. The only thing I wanted to do for now was get home… And, at the same time, I didn't want to. I didn't want to get to that place, where I had had my last conversation with them. Where I last saw them.Finally, before I knew it, Tyler turned the car keys and it stopped in front of my house.“Thanks, guys,” I
I took a deep breath and turned around, not in much of a mood to deal with either of them.They were at the entrance to the kitchen, side by side. Akhliss leaned her back against the wall, giving me a smile whose joy could not touch his violet eyes. I immediately fixed my gaze on Khaius, who had his arms crossed over his chest, his expression impassive.“You told everyone,” I said in his direction. I didn't mean for my words to sound reproachful, but they did.He had been the first to find out, he heard it from afar in my brother's mind. The shock that I saw on his face yesterday, at that moment before he entered the house and saw Anthony crying and that I believed - wrongly - that it was his problem, was due to that.He knew before I even entered the house.Khaius pursed his lips tightly and looked away, without answering me. He knew that he had not dared to go see Nat out of sheer recklessness. He understood that her intention was good, but she still wasn't sure if his decision had
My eyes traveled to the broken phone placed on the table. My phone. The device that, despite not being old, for the time in which we live where technology advances by leaps and bounds every day, could already be considered old-fashioned.I stretched out my hand to reach for it and examine it carefully. I pressed the side button to turn on the screen and see, more clearly, the black corner caused by the break that prevented me from seeing the entire image.Then, unconsciously, an almost imperceptible smile appeared on my face.“My parents gave me this cell phone,” I explained in a low voice, not being aware if any of them were paying attention to me.Akhliss's hand caressed my forearm in a gesture that was intended to be comforting, and I couldn't ignore the burning that her touch caused in me. Because the fact that she and anyone else did the same thing was not equal. Because she wasn't human, and her mere touch reminded me that we were different.I alternated my view between the two.
I stood up and headed to open the door to let Alexander in, and locked myself in again. The dog was already aware of the approximate time he usually went to sleep, so if I was downstairs, he would scratch at the door to ask to come in. But if not, he looked for a way to get in on his own, he didn't let anyone else get close to him.I went up to the second floor, with the black dog following me, but I stopped as soon as I was in the middle of the hallway. As soon as I saw the door to my parents' room. I moved extremely slowly until I reached the front of the door. I reached out to touch the knob, but my hand stayed there, suspended in the air halfway to reaching it.At that moment, an icy sensation on my skin and a vibration in the center of my chest made me turn around suddenly.Gray eyes that I already knew so well scrutinized me carefully, with a serious face, as if evaluating my condition.He knew his eyelids must be swollen and he looked unkempt. I knew I must be looking pretty ba
He no longer had the strength to continue holding on. I could no longer continue pretending that I could deal with what had happened to me. I couldn't continue acting strong anymore.So there, curled up in a ball filled with impetuous emotions, curled up in his arms, I collapsed.Only then could I cry, but not like before with Akhliss and Khaius, but really. The tears, hot and unbridled, slid down my face one after another without pause. The sobs came out of my mouth like short, abrupt, muffled noises. Desperate . A lament filled with anguish and regret, causing me to shake that I couldn't control. A cry that only with him I could let out.I cried like I didn't remember having done before.Azazziel didn't say anything. He didn't do what people usually do at times like this: murmur words of comfort to try to calm you down and make you stop crying. He simply stood there, holding my body close under a silence that was anything but awkward. With his arms squeezing me, preventing my inside
The light coming through the window made my eyes hurt under the skin of my swollen eyelids. A heavy haze of drowsiness still settled on me with such suspicion that it was difficult for me to wake up.Way too hot. She was all wrapped up in the blankets like a roll, as if she had been restless in the night, even though she didn't even have the slightest idea of the exact time I fell asleep. I didn't remember the moment when exhaustion overcame me and, even crying, I fell into the unconsciousness of sleep.The house was immersed in a dead silence, and I didn't like it. My body felt too heavy and languid, every muscle was heavy and it was difficult for me to make even the slightest movement... But, even more than the fatigue, the silence bothered me.So, holding on to that discomfort, and using what tenuous strength I had left, I sat on the bed.It must have been late, much later than she was used to waking up. Having slept so much—or crying too much—caused a slight migraine to attack m
—Why haven't you been to work? —She asked after a while of awkward silence.—My boss said I could take the week.He nodded.The tense edge into which the atmosphere quickly descended made nervousness grip my stomach. Before I could say or think anything stupid that I would regret, I reached over to grab the remote control and turn on the television, since the silence was already beginning to threaten my hysterics.I pressed the power button on the device, although I doubted that it would work with the demon's presence so close. However, there was no such problem. Doubts crossed my mind, and I looked at him with some suspicion.—Why didn't the TV work when you came before?—Electronic objects tend to fail when we are angry or acclimated to a strong emotion —he explained lazily, with his eyes fixed on the television and an expression as if bored. When I was watching you, I got frustrated that I couldn't understand you, so that's what happened.I nodded slowly, processing the information