The ambulance is taking too long, every second that passes I feel like my soul is leaving, I want to cry but I won't, I am strong, at this moment my mind begins to look for the guilty and before pointing to Evan, it points to me father; if he hadn't put it into her head that she had to marry a doctor she wouldn't be in this situation with this idiot who is more than twelve years older, unfortunately he is the only one who knows what to do in such cases, now I do regret it of not having continued the medical degree, I feel useless and I have to allow this idiot to give me instructions. Santiago goes for my mother; right away she and grandma come running, my mom takes off her platform sandals to run better, grandma knows her stuff because of her age, so thank God we don't need Evan's idiot anymore, Santiago takes him from his damn well groomed uniform and with a fist he takes him away from the scene, I could swear I see concern on his face, but I'm sure it's the fear of losing his care
And at that precise moment is when a tear claims to come out of my eyes, I had never seen Alexander this way nor he had seen me this way and the tear runs, runs until it gets lost in my clavicle, slowly I return to the place where who was next to him. “How can you believe that it was not going to affect me? When all my classmates at school were anxiously waiting for their parents to come to pick them up, I would see how they would run to hug them when they saw them and I would wait for the teacher to take me home when they forgot to pick me up. Alexander's eyes begin to fill with tears and several run down his face and I continue, swallowing the lump in my throat that barely lets me speak. “How can you believe that I was not going to be affected by the fact that you called me a failure just because I liked things that you didn't? “Alex... “How can you believe that I wasn't going to be affected by the fact that every time I saw you it was only to fight with me just because it wasn
I don't know why, but I'm more than happy that it was just a bad dream, I sit in the dining room with Alexander and Uncle Frank who doesn't stop joking about my shorts, at least it amuses my father, but not me, now I'm upset and I'm going to start my revenge. "Alekpool" he laughs again and huffs. “I can't even drink the coffee in peace “I hear some footsteps behind me and I turn in that direction, Santiago is getting closer and he looks at us in bewilderment. “Santiago How can you sleep next to those repeated deakpool? asks Uncle Frank, and Santiago looks at him and frowns. “It's deadpool DEADPOOL! “I spit. “Oh! “Exclaims Santiago and laughs out loud “I think I'm used to it. Santiago greets Uncle Frank and my father who answers him with a smile as he brings a sip of coffee to his mouth. He approaches me and gives me a tender kiss on the cheek. "It's not just about Deadpool," he continues, going to the coffee pot, "it's also about SpongeBob, the ninja turtles, the fantastic four
I keep drumming my shoes against the floor, staring at the diamond shapes forming, I'm more bored than a Misifús poop in my clothes, I look around. In less than ten minutes I hear my name in a woman's voice “Kate? I frowned and, puzzled, answered. “Here. “I regret it later. What if they want to kill me? “Here it is not, I correct. “Well, for the Kate that is not here, there is a bag with feminine towels. “Oh! So if it's me “damn Santiago, he couldn't tell me that he would send them to the lady. She passes the bag under the bathroom door and I thank her. I leave with all the shame in the world and the lady is mopping the floor, I thank her again and when I go out the bathroom door there is Santiago with his arms crossed. "I bought you 50 of those so you don't put me through this again" I frown, no, I can't imagine Santiago carrying 50 of those. Santiago is handed the pizza box and I hold the sodas, as Santiago takes the box a piece of paper falls out, I put one of the sodas on t
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