"Are you being evasive?" I asked raising my eyebrows.He outlined a half smile, full of mischief.-What age do you think I am?I bit my lip uncertainly. Actually, that was something very difficult to guess. Since most of the time I saw him serious or angry, he seemed older than me. However, that day that he faked sympathy with Nat, he looked younger. But still, even at his worst, he didn't represent more than twenty-five years. And that was saying a lot, I was exaggerating.I shrugged in a gesture that was meant to be nonchalant, and he chuckled lightly.The throbbing pain in my forehead still wouldn't go away, and I was already starting to feel tired just standing on my feet. "Would you mind getting out of my bed, please?""Wow," he murmured, "it's the first time they've ever said that to me." They usually ask me to stay.“Come out, seriously.He jerked his chin toward the desk chair. "Sit there," he said.An irritation-laden sound escaped my lips.I walked over to the bed and star
-I will not kill you. She smiled wickedly. But there are numerous ways I can torture you into understanding once and for all what I am capable of.Despair made me breathless.-Why are you doing this?"Because you're losing your place," he replied through clenched teeth, enraged again. You think that because you have gained a little confidence in my presence you can afford to be disrespectful.“You have done nothing to earn my respect. Look how are you! How can you demand it when you act like a jerk?!"Can you tell me what that demon's expression was when you told him my name?" —At the memory, I opened my eyes to the extent, and then bit my lip so hard that I almost drew blood. In my reaction he knew that I could remember it perfectly. Why do you think it was? He.” He paused briefly, but I kept my expression steady. Because he knows what I'm capable of. I've worked a lot to get to where I am, and I won't let an insolent brat like you pass me by.I clenched my jaw."You're a fucking coc
"A-Amy…" His voice cracked. -Get out of here! I exclaimed, but Anthony froze in the doorway, shaking.Azazziel raised an arm in the air, towards him; I could see my brother's eyes roll white, and when he put it down, Anthony's body collapsed to the ground.—¡Anthony!I stirred and he finally released me, causing me to fall from the bed to the floor abruptly.I got up and reached my brother, who remained with his eyes closed, lying on the carpet in my room. I took his face in his hands and called his name, but he didn't react.Then, I looked at Azazziel who, by this time, had already stood up. "What did you do to him?" I couldn't help my voice cracking with shock. I could barely make out Azazziel through the thick layer of tears that had formed in my eyes. What the fuck did you do to him?!-He's fine.His face was serene now, as if nothing had happened. It took me a second to assimilate what she said.-As?-Is asleep.I turned around and crouched down to look at him more closely. Her
But he knew it was already too late."What did you do to him now?" -I asked for.I deleted our meeting.I opened my eyes wide."You erased my brother's memory?!""Yes, Amy, I'm that stupid," he muttered with clear disgust, and rolled his eyes. No, idiot, I just erased that little memory."And how are you so sure?"Shrugged."Well, if he wakes up half-ass, I'll owe you an apology." I looked at Anthony; he seemed totally oblivious to our discussion, as if I weren't almost yelling next to him.-And that's it? I wanted to know. You put a hand on his head and that was it? "What did you expect?" Let out bright lights and fireworks? He clicked his tongue. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.I glared at him. However, she was much more relieved to know that Anthony was perfectly fine and that she would not remember anything of what happened. I sighed. Then a revelation lit my mind like a lightbulb, and I looked at Azazziel suspiciously." This is it, " I whispered.His frown deepened.-Wha
-Are you OK?Anthony sighed from the sofa."For the hundredth time, yes," he replied tediously. I don't have a headache, I don't feel dizzy or lightheaded, and I don't want to throw up. You've been asking me the same thing all day. I'm fucking fine. You're starting to look like mom. Her.” He made a horrified face. And believe me, that's scary.—T-it's just that in the morning you didn't even remember how you got to your bed.-AND? Most of the time I don't know how the fuck I get home. She frowned for a second, however, then shook her head. But, anyway, you didn't have to come home from work to make sure I was okay, if you were going out. You could have called me, dummy."I came to make dinner," I reminded him.He made a gesture of denial and disgust. "That I won't eat anything you cook." I'll see what I ask for. You go out with your so-called friend. I pursed my lips. Anthony didn't believe me when I told him he was going out with a friend who wasn't Diana, but he didn't bother to
—You have quite a complex, huh? She inquired laughing. Amy, you're not weird. Stop saying that."I've been told that to my face more times than I care to admit, Nat." The words tumbled out of my mouth, overwhelmed by countless memories of my high school years. Diana has been my only friend since I was seven years old, and David, who has been my only friend since high school. I know what I'm saying.Did not answer. I stared at my drink, forcing myself not to make eye contact with the girl next to me. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like this.When she spoke again, it was in a voice full of parsimony.“Amy, I don't think you're weird. I spoke to you that day because I found you a very interesting person. The book thing was just an excuse to get to know you.I cocked my head to link my eyes with his."I'm afraid you'll get tired of me soon," I confessed, and a very strange feeling, a mixture between liberation and mist, suffocated me. I know I'm a boring person.“I don't think you're bo
She looked at the street where she lived very carefully, as if trying to record every detail in her mind. Arriving at my house, I waved my hand inside, politely."Do you want to come in?"He shook his head. She moved to the porch steps and sat down. "I'll wait for you here," he said with a smile.-OK. I will not be late.He nodded.I walked in a little hesitantly, trying to quickly formulate what Anthony would say to him, but he wasn't in the living room, even though the TV was on.I went straight to the second floor bathroom to get my toothbrush and other personal toiletries. I kept everything in the same bag that I used to carry my things to work. I assumed my brother was in his room, and I knew he would have to wake him up or interrupt whatever he was doing to announce that he wouldn't be spending the night.I ran down the hall and when I opened my bedroom door, I was in a daze.It took me an eternal moment to react. At first I couldn't recognize the naked bodies entwined on my un
"Ready for the reveal?" His question of hers made me laugh. She removed her hands from covering her face. Ta-da!My eyes widened. Without a drop of makeup, Nat could easily pass for a girl of fifteen or sixteen. Despite that, her face looked very pretty, childish, but young and shiny."You look good like that," I said with a smile."Thank you," he murmured, twisting his face, "but with this face I can't enter the clubs."I laughed again, but the laugh faded as my eyes strayed once more to his hands."Don't look at them. Don't look at them. Don't look at them."I hid my face in the cup in my hands and drank some more of the chamomile tea that she had prepared for me, so as not to continue seeing them.Nat was wearing a black T-shirt with a rock band print on it, which was so big on her that it almost looked like a short dress. The garment completely revealed his thin arms, and I couldn't help but notice the small blue butterfly tattoo on his right forearm… Just as I couldn't ignore the