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
Leonor narrating: With a breakfast tray and flowers by my side, I woke up in bed with a note from Call telling me how much he loved me and how willing he was to never lose me again, along with a fart of apology for going to work early. Looking at it all I smiled, running my hand over the perfectly clean sheet with the smell of fabric softener, inhaling the sweet smell of feeling at home, the pride for my home had returned, I just wanted to get out of bed and prepare an amazing lunch for my husband. It was as if peace reigned in me again, as if I was ready to start over. I went downstairs, and with the laptop open on the couch, I started looking for a new job, until I was interrupted by an email that caught my attention, Call had made a high transfer to my mother's account, sighing deep in a scare I got up from the couch running around the room, wondering why that transfer. Call narrating: As I walked through the doors of the company, I was determined to make t
Leonor narrating: - Call... where's Call? Speaking in an altered voice I arrived at the office of Call looking obsessively for him, I could not stop my thoughts and kept imagining all the possible causes that would have led him to send that amount to my mother. For some reason of insecurity I believed that it was not one of the best : - Calm down Mrs. Leonor... - his secretary told me. - "Calm down Mrs. Leonor"? you're playing with my face, go after him now. - Hey Leonor calm down, I'm here ... what's going on? - Call said coming up behind me putting his hands on my shoulder. - Why is everyone asking you to stay calm today?- I said in a rude tone again. - Because you're completely euphoric and screaming. Let's go to my office and talk about it, okay? - Call said in a calm tone of voice and somehow calmed me down as his hands touched mine. If he was so peaceful it couldn't be anything bad. We entered his office, I sat down in his chair and felt my legs tremblin
Call narrating: When he got home he was worried that he hadn't received any news from Leonor and was afraid that his mother might have said something to him. But she was sitting on the couch with a corner smile as if she was feeling light-hearted: -everything okay? - I asked her, still unsure. -Yes, everything is fine. My mother and I talked and she left, but at least a part of me feels that we are at peace now. That's good Leonor, I'm glad that you two have worked things out. What do you say we go out to dinner? Just the two of us at that restaurant you like. - I said, running my hands down your legs, wrapping a kiss around you and touching your body. - Okay, I'll put some clothes on. - She said in a more despondent tone than I expected. Leonor went upstairs to put on some clothes, I looked at her admiring her smile, thinking that everything between us was really in the same place, no Sandra, no Hard, just the two of us. Today's dinner is a great oppor
-Leonor narrating: I sat there for about fifteen minutes waiting for Call to return, thinking about all the excuses I could give him and hating myself, hating myself for having become so good at lying about Hard, and now all that desire that had been so good to be consumed had turned into a brief nightmare, I started to feel disgusted with myself when I saw the frustration stamped in Call's eyes at the moment when he was being so thoughtful by bringing me to dinner, while all I do is lie to him: -So...is everything okay with your dad? - I asked him as I saw him walking back to the table in complete frustration. -My father? - he asked as if he didn't know what he was talking about. - My father of course... okay, he had a medical appointment, he's going to need some tests. -Do you want to talk about what my friend said? I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us. Leonor, we are starting over, I can't start over if I keep distrusting you, if I keep