chapter 30

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