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"What did you say, ma'am?”Reacting to the impulse that only a panic attack can give us, I push the man who holds me so tightly that the reverse reaction makes me stagger, hitting my heel on the step above, and I almost don't fall on my back.He lets me go, and I arch in search of air, feeling my lungs so tight that I take a hand to my chest. I am all the time aware of the burning that spreads under the leather boot that does not cushion the blow to my foot at all, but I do not show my pain. The man curses while regaining his balance, expressing a stunned reaction, and cautiously moves away, as if I were an angry animal.I don't judge him for thinking this way. Because I just had a sudden, and brief, worse crisis.“Suzy! What's up with you?”I see Hunter supporting the stranger between us, holding him by one of his arms to prevent him from collapses on the adjacent steps, but without ever ceasing to see him as a threat. It is a relief to realize that the shadows cast by my hallucinati
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“Suzy! "Call Hunter, pulling my arm. When I turn around, I notice that he is not as wet as I am, but his hair starts to drip on his shoulders as he puts himself in front of me. He at least has the compassion to seem impassive in the face of my vulnerability. I would hate to see him with pity for me. “I know you’re scared, Suzy. I think you've been very stressed with your work. And believe me, it's not wrong to be afraid. I'm so afraid that I dream of all of them, even when I'm awake. But don't be alone... Don't get hurt.”Maybe I'm so tired, exhausted, broken, that I don't mind trying to lie anymore.“I killed him.”Hunter's lips contract.“Who?”"Jonathan" I cover the name, feeling my tongue tingle. "I killed Jonathan Maxwell for being a coward. For wanting to run away from a problem that I had no idea how to fix. And I could have helped him. I could have prevented him from... falling... I could do something, Hunter "a hiccup interrupts me, and my eyes get soaked again. "But they nev
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There are rare occasions when I leave the comfort of my room in the middle of working hours.With the exception of going to the meeting rooms on the same floor as my executive director's room, I have everything I need not to leave my office; including two adjacent rooms that open to a private bathroom and a rest room where I can both have my meals quietly, and rest on one of the spacious sofas that replace chairs - that's how, in the not too distant past.Besides, I have Natalie, whose function is to be my cell phone in human form. Always ready to find a way to fulfill my wishes.This afternoon is one of those that can be on my list of rare occasions. Considering that I am only at this moment checking the watch on my wrist as the elevator goes back up to my floor because I spent a whole hour in the cafeteria with Penelope.Even if I believe in the competence of the people who work for me, at least once a month, I dedicate myself to checking the quality of the food served to those in l
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"I hate leaving the house.”"That's why she's so stressed," he jokes."Shouldn't you be at your appointment? "I point to your leg under dark pants, willing to change the subject. "You will never recover if you continue to be reckless with your own health.”It is ironic to say this, since I do not worry the way I should about my own personal problems."You're the one who's late, dear," he pushes the chair forward and, as soon as it's close enough, spreads his hands on both sides of my hips, without really touching me. “The doctor released me earlier. So I decided that I didn't want to spend another day doing a beautiful and deep nothing, and that it could be a good idea to invite my wife to a lunch that didn't end with me even more bored than I normally do.”"But did I ruin everything? “I suggest, arching my eyebrow."Almost everything" your smile increases, and your hands carelessly crawl over the velvety fabric of the skirt that covers my legs. "After reading all the books you have a
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My hands shoot at Hunter's shoulders and I lean towards him, taking my mouth to yours. I don't intend it to be a nostalgic, nostalgic kiss. I want him to feel on my lips the same flames of fire that light up in my stomach. I want the first touch of my tongue inside his inviting lips to be as abrasive as the way I pull him up, stretching his coat on my nails as I bump the base of my spine on the edge of the table. And I wish, finally, that my mind melts to your liking and that I forget what happens outside the bubble we create to protect ourselves from the rest of the world.Completely up on me, Hunter uses one of his knees to indicate that my legs open, and settles between them while I sit at the table, pushing the papers and pens that stick my ass.In addition to my skirt being tight and tailored to my knees, I'm wearing thin pantyhose, so Hunter gets in the way of getting rid of the fabrics that prevent the encounter of our skins. He retreats long enough to open a dark smile before
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"Excuse me, ladies," a waiter approaches, depositing two glasses of red fruit cocktails on the table. “Courtesy of that gentleman.”Penelope stretches her neck to see the direction the boy points, and smiles kindly when he moves away. A man of austere appearance corresponds to her look, casually touching her golden watch. Penelope's face turns into a mask of indecency, and a smile with sweet poison fills her lips before she blinks and sends a kiss to the lonely man.Turning joyfully to me, she pokes the ice in her drink with the straw and covers the side of her mouth before speaking:“Men... In the middle of the twenty-first century and they still think that drinks can convince a woman to open her legs "she rolls her eyes marked by dark makeup."It's a shame he doesn't know that he just needs to offer you a whimsical Hot Dog..." I play, pushing the cup served to me away.Penelope lets out a little laugh."Or a slice of pizza... "Her attention falters and she fixes her gaze at a point
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Even if I'm stuttering, nothing in Penelope's expression increases my nervousness. She even stops paying half attention to her glass to take one of my hands and hold it firmly. My palm is sweaty, but Penelope doesn't seem to bother as she squeezes her fingers on mine."You know you can tell me anything, Suzy.”I look at our united hands, then at your face. Her olive-colored skin shines under the ceiling light, contrasting even more with the color of the gold in her hair and the penetrating darkness of her dark irises. Again I hesitate about how I should start telling the truth."About your brother" I can murmur, tangled each syllable so much that I almost choke. “What do you remember about Jonathan?”Surprise, Penelope loosens her fingers over mine, but doesn't let go of my hand. Somehow your empathy seems to have withered as fast as a flower touched by frost."Why does your Psychiatrist think that talking about my brother can make things easier?”I don't like the arrogance I hear in
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Around us, songs and glasses resonate, people come and go, no one with the slightest perception of the barb exchange between Penelope and me. No one who has a notion of how hurt and sorry I feel for having followed this stupid idea. It was stupid to think that my friendship would make Penelope see beyond. She is Jonathan's sister, your hero without a cape, what did I expect?Penelope's face is hard like stone, like a statue whose expression is pure hatred."You don't have the right to talk about my brother, Suzane.”"Why did I let him die? "I try, raising my chin. "I saved Hunter, a stranger and foreigner, from death, but if I could go back, I would have been more careful that no one would see me watch Jonathan's drowning. He deserved to have suffered more.”I don't know how I see the palm of Penelope's hand advancing to my face, but I hold her wrist in time to stop her. I am not shocked by your attitude, nor conformed, I just avoid thinking that I would be slapped by someone who made
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I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
