I shift a little between the delicious velvet sheets, shit... I want to pee, I get more comfortable because my body refuses to get up, but no... it's uncomfortable Damn it! One can't even sleep in peace, I get up slowly and sit for a while until the desire to release liquids wins me over, I never drink a liter of orange juice at night again.I walk towards the bathroom, my brain still thinking about how those sheets feel so good against my skin... when a blow to my forehead wakes me up WHORE! My front! Immediately the lamp comes on and Santiago frowns at me.“Alex? What... are you okay? “he questions, I look around and the bathroom door is on the other side.Shit!“Yeah! I was just testing how strong this wall was “ ironically, with my hand on my forehead, I only hear Santiago's laughter. Yes! What fun! I walk pissed off in the opposite direction, throwing everything in front of me, but I can't find anything to throw away, which pisses me off even more.Even the desire to pee went awa
I wake up when the light is burning my fucking eyelashes, I open my eyes and try to adjust to the brightness, Santiago is gone, he must be in the gym, I'll go see him, if he's not there I'll go preparing a shotgun because if it's not mine it's not from no one.I laugh alone at my thought.No, I'm not a psycho either.I stretch out my hands and let them fall on the mattress, I immediately feel something prick my hand and I rush to see what it is, there is a red rose, and next to the rose there is a little note, I immediately sit on the bed and watch that rose carefully, with one of my hands I take the rose andwith the other the little note, I put the rose back on the mattress and carefully unfold the piece of paper, my hands tremble and I feel like my heart will jump out of my chest."Good morning my love, I went out for a run and found this rose, I know how you like these things and I didn't hesitate to cut it for you.I love you.PS: Fix yourself and then follow the clues, I have a
Christmas is coming and it's starting to feel like it, but when it comes to riding a motorcycle... Who said cold? And more with my father and Mr. Centinelo who apparently get along very well, speak German all the time, incidentally they are joined by Uncle Frank and Grandma who doesn't stop talking when she met Grandpa Billie in Hamburg. At least he's not talking about his taste in movies. I have to admit that with Alexander, Frank and Mr. Centinelo, who I can never call by name because his name is exactly the same as my husband and it sounds strange in my head, I've had a good day and I haven't fallen off anywhere. My guardian angel is finally working. Unfortunately, everyone has to leave today. But not before taking photos of them with my new camera. Yes, I go crazy with these things. We agreed to spend Christmas with my parents and New Year with the Centinelos, however, they agreed to come and spend all together at our house, so Malcom and Natalie would be with us, I just hope He
I leave the house as fast as I can, I still can't believe what I just heard, no God, please, noooo Why me? Because right now? I collapse on the grass the same way I did when I read his letter while tears run down my cheeks, this can't be happening to me, he's coming after me, at a slow pace. “Alex, my love, please, calm down “I raise my face a little to see him, his eyes are crystallized and the light from the backyard hits him. “How do you want me to calm down, Alexander? You just told me you're going to die and you don't want to even try a treatment. Why do you want to die? I bring my hands to my face and then bring them to my head, brushing aside the strands of hair that have stuck to my face from tears. “I don't want to die, Kate “he leans over and puts his knees on the ground in front of me “but the disease was not detected in time. And I thought that smoking made me look manly “smiles slightly, and his face returns to his sad gesture, he takes my face w
No please dad... no no no, I refuse to accept this... tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls, this can't be happening, I sit up on the floor as my tears well up, my mother runs to him and shakes him mentioning his name, he immediately picks up the phone and with his trembling hands begins to dial a number, nothing makes sense in my life anymore, I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare, this can't be happening to me, no no NOOOO, I try to relax inside but I can't , memories go through my mind, memories of him that my mind still keeps, I hear some steps running towards me, followed by other steps and a heartbroken cry that can only be from Stefanie, I hear her running towards him making crying sounds. A male voice that my brain doesn't recognize shouts that we have to call the doctor, my mind tries to take refuge in good moments, the best moments, but the thought that a few minutes ago I was chatting with him invades my senses, and more tears well up. my eyes. How can life ge
But... maybe they do need to talk, but as father and son, not as enemies. I know that Mr. Centinelo is doing wrong, I understand that he is upset but ruining everything for your son that he has worked for is not correct, I turn around and head back towards him, he is at the entrance of the office, looking towards some point of the room looking into space. I have many things to tell him, he already hates me so I have nothing to lose. Seeing that I walk towards him immediately his eyes lock on mine, taking both hands to his pockets. “Mr. Centinelo “I speak without hesitation, it's now or never “if what you really want is to fight with Santiago, better not talk to him, he already has enough problems with all this that is happening. He looks at me frowning. “What makes you think I'm going to fight him? He interrupts me, crossing his arms, fixing an incredulous look in my eyes. “Because it's the only thing he does. Do you seriously plan to be on his deathbed to fi
I have been noticeably better the last few days, and for Santiago things have also been improving, he is no longer stressed and has no longer yelled at anyone on the phone, he no longer curses at his father, although he still does not want to talk to him, apparently he Feels better "being poor" as he calls it, oh no, but he's waiting for next year's new Porsche to come out. I also wish I was that poor. I go into the shower, I clear the long curtains of the glass window so that a bit of clarity enters, I like to bathe and look outside, it relaxes me, the warm water runs through my body I feel a great inner peace, music from my cell phone it resonates, I never chant any while I'm bathing, except when Gangnam Style sounds, there yes, every Korean I don't know makes it up. My body wash is running low, I sigh, tapping the bottom of the bottle as I sing the blessed song, as much as I hate it, I can never stop doing this. ? Heeeeeey sexy ladyyyy, op op op oppa gangnam style
“Santiago...listen to this “I laugh, reading another wrapper of these very strange sweets, as I walk towards the kitchen” Why do women rub their eyes when they wake up? Because they don't have balls to scratch “I can't help but laugh “What a silly joke! I exclaim, and look up, when I observe, a pair of brown eyes looking at me with intrigue from the dining room table. Holy virgin of the papayas! "What a good joke," Mr. Centinelo says, laughing slightly. Damn! These things only happen to me. But then I remember that yesterday he was singing and dancing to the Celine Dion song drunk, so... I'm not the only one embarrassed at least. I clear my throat and smile widely trying to forget what I just said, I walk towards the dining room. “I blame the girl Rosa, she is the one who gives me these sweets with bad jokes. I sit in front of him, I observe a crutch next to him “Is your knee better now? I question, at least I'm not wearing my Kermit the frog pajamas