Call narrating:The whole time Leonor came through the door I sat there, questioning, paralyzed I still couldn't understand everything that was happening but deep down a part of me began to believe everything both my father and Hard had told me. When I stop to look back at our relationship, I don't see where exactly love was stronger than all my ambition. All of this only appeared when I made the worst decision of my life, which was to have sold my wife, but this had already been predominating me from the beginning, I wanted to be better than my father, that was exactly why I signed that contract even before our engagement, but when I knelt before Leonor and she accepted the only feeling that predominated at first was the feeling that I had succeeded, that I would shut my father up, I would prove that neither Leonor nor I were who he thought we were. The way she stood out at the partners' dinner took me to her, because this way I was closer to being able to prove to my father that I
Hard narrating Standing in front of the magazine's office one Sunday morning at seven o'clock, after the security guard informed me of a strange movement in front of the building, and still wondering why Leonor had run desperate up the stairs after surrendering to her desire in a way that I never imagined she would. Leonor showed herself to be a woman afraid of nothing, a woman who knows what she wants, and having her pleasure in doing exactly what she wants made me want her even more, she gave herself up without being afraid to feel every moment. And for the first time, I felt fulfilled, as if Leonor had been the only woman who managed to make me relax. And now I'm lying on the seat of her car sleeping in front of the magazine office, not understanding how or why their paths had brought her there. I didn't know how things would turn out between us after what happened the night before, a part of me feared, feared that she would close herself off, repress herself because of the
Leonor narrating: The problem with alcohol, is that it dries up all your reserves of hormones that generate joy, and the euphoria of that moment the night before, had become an immensity of feelings that oppressed my chest at the same time that generated an absurd shame for the decision I had made at that moment. I couldn't say that I regretted it, it had been something intense, and this intensity would leave marks on me. Everything was confusing, and it rose up like a cry catching my throat in the midst of all the confusion that was in me, I thought about Hard, and I wanted him with all my strength, I wanted to have him again and feel him forcing himself inside me again. But Call's memories took shape of the good times we had, of the times it was just us, especially the times we had just each other, holding each other's hand tightly without thinking of giving up. Each memory, each memory, I went up with a bitter taste as if stabbed in my chest weakening my legs taking me towa
Hard narrating: Leaving the bathroom still disoriented to get a dry towel for Leonor, I forced myself to contain my impulse to want to go back and remain under the shower feeling the water fall on us, I looked at the way with which she smiled in a corner, even with her eyes still sad, I wanted to take care of her until her heart was healed of all the pain Call had caused her, and by an instinct that her presence caused me, my mind whirled around as if for a minute I was sleeping awake imagining the two of us under the shower, watching her smile as we made the decision to have a child. Leonor is right, it is impossible to fall in love after the third date, but how can I explain to myself the desire to fulfill all my dreams at her side? To see her fulfill hers? If she chooses to leave, how will I live leaving her at the mercy of the feelings that her husband will provide? Returning to the bathroom I handed her the towel with a kiss on the forehead and went back to the kitchen
Leonor narrating: Opening my eyes calmly, I breathed with a corner smile feeling the security that Hard's arms generated in me, feeling his strong and muscular arms wrapping me in a little shell with our bodies glued again amidst the sweat that still dripped and the breathing that little by little was calming down. Hard's lips touched my back in a tender kiss, in several tender kisses. He could silence my mind, he could detach me from everything that was bothering me when his hands were on my body and his hips were forcing themselves inside me, somehow it was as if when we were having sex, there was only that moment in my mind, my body only responded to what was in the present moment, without guilt, without thinking, without Call, it was just me and him, two insane people who didn't understand what they were doing but enjoyed every second, fully surrendering to that moment. Love, love is so different, so crazy, I believe that not even the greatest romance writers will ever fin
Hard narrating: "I couldn't wait for you to wake up, looking into your eyes would make it feel like this is goodbye, and I don't want it to be one. I thought about what I should write to you, and I swear I went through every part of me trying to find the words that could describe everything you made me feel in just one day, it's cliché and crazy, but it's impossible for someone to fall in love in one day, in one touch. I thought that maybe you could be the right love that came at the wrong time, and if that's what it is, I hope to find out one day, I hope it comes back one day. But now, I don't want you to be the foundation of my crumbling world, I can't But my marriage is my responsibility, and I know that if I sat down with you for five minutes I would find the answer to this whole problem, a solution, but I need to find it on my own, I need to explore every pain or every trace of love that is left in a marriage of five years. I don't want to thank you, because deep down I know yo
Call narrating: Standing at the glass door that gave access to the outside pool area, I was paralyzed not knowing if it was all just a delirium, Leonor was there, with the fire burning in our old grill, exuding the smell of some kind of cloth burning itself along with the smoke that rose, but I just stared at her, feeling a part of my heart warm up again. When she didn't return to the house on Saturday, a part of me broke, a part of me just wishing that it was all just a bad dream and none of this was happening. I was caught between imagining that it had all just been a sham, and the uncertainty of whether I loved her. How do I know if it is love? How do I know if it is passion? For a minute I crumble into screams silenced by the pillow feeling my heart destroy itself, and then I stand up imagining that once again I will be a weakling before my father. But it pained me to imagine that I had lost a woman like her without having the chance to know if it was love or not, that I wou
Call narrating: Leonor went upstairs to take a shower while carefully preparing the foods she liked. When we started dating, it was a kind of relationship that had nothing cliché about it, that everything was insane and in the heat of the moment, we did crazy things when we decided on the spot as if we were living intensely, we looked at other couples and realized that we had something different, we loved each other and showed it in a way. I was dominated by insecurity, every time I came home and my father was drunk, he would laugh saying how foolish I was to believe in love, to believe that Leonor was the right person and that we would live forever together, He laughed saying that he would be sitting in his armchair waiting for the day that I would arrive heartbroken, and then I would understand exactly what a man he is, sitting beside him and grabbing a glass of whiskey to drown my sorrows for having fallen in love with a woman like Leonor. That night I was so frustrated th