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t the wall, took the cell phone off the shelf, turning off the sound and opening the door. The darkness embr

anaged to reach the bedroom, and as in a silent prayer I connected the cell phone to the sound

feeling the taste of blood filling

my sanity and stil

ners, the fire in his blue eyes being consumed,

or inside the bathroom, I realized that the sound had already been turned off because maybe the cell phone had finally discharged, in the reflection someone different from what I was

ch I put all the evidence that could indicate my crime and staining the whole house with blood, I left the bag next to

harger and plugged it in feeling a small shock in my hand a

tting out the orange juice, milk and two eggs. I prepared the frying pan and cracked the eggs, taking a kettle to pass a strained coffee and putting it o

. Grabbing my biggest cup I filled it with coffee and covered it with milk until it splattered out as I lifted it off the counter, I took a sip feeling my stomach grateful for the

f the few people with a key to my house entered, the silence

rstanding seemed to hit his thoughts, watching my small breakfast. His proximity in slo

d beard set against pale skin, for the first time in

the ones we create, maybe the wo

th and returned the cup of coffee, I didn't bother with the open entrance door the fo

med if she got pregnant, the small house that I learned to hate because it was a prison, the wal

hed quietly, feeling an i

e worst of all, is that this hunger didn't stop the desire to rewind each moment like a movie

understood all the lines in the look, words were unnecessary and the sigh when he held my hand was his