Hunter enters the room where only I am with a needle in my right arm’s vein, taking an IV. I have not completely knocked out, just had small flashes of unconsciousness. Dr. Silvia hasn't told me anything about what could be wrong. She just discussed to me about my daily life and listened to how my heart and lungs were doing.“I hate to see you like this,” Hunter grumbles. He pats my hand, which is cold because of the weather.“Do I still look like paper? Am I more pretty?” I'm trying to be funny but he was not laughing.“I hate to see you in bad health. And, by the way, paper-like or not, you are still beautiful.”I roll my eyes because I have no strength to do much else.Dr. Silvia enters the room. She is a woman in her fifties, chubby and short. Her blonde hair has streaks of a modern Chanel look and is peaked at the ends.“Hello again Selena. I already have the results of your exams, and it seems they are not as good as expected.” She opens the diagnostics to read out loud. “You ha
I look up with a small smile and turn sideways to see that half the serum in it has disappeared into my body. I had to stop doubting his affections for me and start appreciating the efforts he was putting in to demonstrate his true self and feelings for me.“What happened between you and the dancer. It's Jonathan, isn't it?” Hunter questions, his eyebrows getting all furrowed, clearly displeased with the very thought of me and Jonathan going out.I give him a wary look. “How do you know so much about this?”“These questions are mine now.” He dictates firmly.I shoot him a glare but answer regardless. “I met him at the community centre. I went to take dance lessons and he is the coordinator of the group.”He doesn’t seem quite satisfied with that “That’s all? I know you’ve been talking to him and you both run on the beach. But you haven’t slept with him.” He says such things as if it were an absolute truth.“How do you know all that? Have you been spying on me?” my voice goes up.“We'l
I slip out of bed and run to the bathroom. The weather here is excellent. The heating must be something I install in my new house. Strange, the bathroom appears different. It must be something with my head. But when I turn on the light, it wasn't all in my head. Hunter did a renovation here for sure.There was only one large sink. Now there is a dark wood counter with two modern white sinks. On the underside of the sinks, where there are four doors, two on each side, are the two letters "H" and “S” in opaque gold. Oval mirrors are divided over the sinks. In the left corner is a Box with a vast and sophisticated shower and touch screen television. And on the right side is a beautiful white bathtub with a greater depth than there was before. The bathroom is spectacular and out of this world. I peer at either side of the two sinks and find my brush still on the tub’s ledge, along with some cosmetics I used daily. Everything is still here.I'm looking at myself in the mirror and trying to
Hunter returns in four days. By then my surprise is halfway done. I have to stop to go to my job interview at Ciário Barcelona, which I am looking forward to.The building is located on the old side of Barcelona with only five floors, but an extension. It is enormous. I identify the secretary the moment I walk in. She gives me a visitor's badge and gives me weird wide-eyed stares. What is her problem?I wait in a room with light-coloured walls and a wooden floor. Indeed, something I expected since the editor-in-chief's base is also made of wood in the newspaper I worked for before. I peer once more at my caramel-coloured leather jacket and jeans to make sure they’re dry enough. I can’t take any more of this rain. I think I will become a frog and have to live in the puddles soon.“Selena Garcia? This way.”A lovely girl in a blue dress-shirt leads me to the last door in the hallway. She says something else, but I don't understand precisely what it is. I step inside the office.“Hi Sele
“Score!” I throw my hands in the air for winning one more point in the ping-pong video game.Hunter is beside me, laughing with disgust that this is his second consecutive game that he’s lost to me.“I have to admit you're good,” he says, looking at me crestfallen, holding his wireless controller up.“As a table tennis player, you are a great football player.” I laugh at him, and he grimaces at me in response. “I need to go home.” I look at my rose-coloured watch that I got from Hunter when we visited his family. “It's getting late.” He looks at me with his puppy-dog eyes.“What if I don't want you to leave?” He grabs me by the waist, trying to seduce me. “I can for gourmet style pizza with jalapenos and pineapple which you like so much,” he says, trying to tempt me with food.“Hahaha, I cannot, despite this offer being very tempting.” I look up, thinking very well on the subject. We've already talked about it though.And how long we talked. We spent hours talking about it, and it's s
“Another one has arrived.” With that observation of Joanna, we let out a laugh. Valentina, not understanding anything, glances back to see if anyone else is at the door.“One more what?” Valentina says, confused.“We were just saying that love changes us,” I tell her. Joanna can't hold back her laughter.“And you are one more,” Joanna says. “We’re complete.”Valentina smiles in delight and comes sliding over to us and sits in one of the armchairs beside us.“I was born to be Cupid,” I comment. I point out the flush in Valentina’s face.“Selena, you were a thousand times worse than me, ok.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Now it's my turn.”“And my turn to piss you off.” I shrug.“Touché.” She points at me in defeat.We keep stalling and talking about our delusions about love some more. But my near-ending pneumonia ends up spoiling my range of staying up late again and again. By around ten at night, I'm already dead.As usual, I plug in my cellphone to charge a battery that lasts next to
Inside the interior of the dance studio, which is also modest as the façade, has many people circulating and smiling. Men, women and children are milling about, either in their ballet clothes and ballet shoes, or just tap shoes or simple gym clothes.I head towards the door with the sign above "administració". I wait in what looks like a small queue and stare at the brochures about Barcelona's sights. What most catches my attention is the church of the Granada Familia. How can I not have a closer look at this wonder? I need to make sure exactly where it is and be sure to visit. And it would make a good article for my blog.The girl who comes to talk to me is a descendant of... What? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Oh, I don't know, I can only say that she is all-smiles and her eyelids are close together enough that I wonder if she sees me. She is a few centimetres shorter than me, with short, straight black hair and seems my age or close to it. It’s hard to understand what she says in Cata
We get in the car. He turns on the radio to a melodic, male-voiced song.“You are fantastic,” I say, rolling my eyes.“Why?” He looks at me. “What is it?” His smirk is there, I can tell.“You. How do you manage to do this to women? Did you see their faces?”“They are your friends. I only greeted them because of you,” he explains.“They are not my friends.” I make a face.“Oh, no? I thought they were.” He’s tries not to laugh.“No, they are not. I just asked them for the address of where I was.”He nods his head. “Speaking of which, could you try to explain to me what you were doing so far away?”“I lost my job,” I confess. “So, I started walking non-stop until I found myself in front of the community centre.”We stop behind a line of cars because of the traffic light, and he looks at me deeply feeling sorry.“Lost your job? Just like that?” he questions.“Carlo dumped Valentina and me.” I get an internal scare. Oh yeah, I need to call her.“He didn't say anything else? Simple as that,