-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
Trembling I held the cell phone still in my hands, I looked at the cars paralyzed, my mind questioning itself, not wanting to believe it: - how can you do this to me, are you crazy Leonor? Call's euphoric screams echoed, bringing a yearning to my stomach, to hear his voice, to feel the fear eating me up, the fear of the truth. Turning around, I looked into six eyes, feeling the ember of mine burning, I raised my hands, wanting to tell him something but I felt weak even to release the words, my legs bowed as I stared at him, with his pale face, reliving every moment he told me about how he did not want to be a father, feeling the weight of his silence the bitterness was eating me up: - It was important for me to talk to this man tonight Leonor.... - Call continued to shout. - How can I... How can I be such a fool, I can't believe it... It was so in front of my eyes... - I started to speak, still weak, but anger was taking over every part of me. - What are you saying Leono
Leonor narrating: Through the streets I walked feeling my legs trembling, the despair dominated me at each step, I couldn't accept everything, and I couldn't deal with Hard's death, not now. My eyes were closing and aimlessly I was begging for everything to be a lie, I was even begging for lightning to fall on my head, I was screaming inside even if my lips were only whispering, I didn't care if people saw me in that state and looked at me with total contempt, as if I were a drunk. From the moment I realized the farce I was forcing myself to believe, that Call's mask fell before my eyes, a whole life also fell apart, as if I no longer knew anything about my own life, everything was just pain, I could only see reality in my moments with Hard, and I hated myself for having left the certainties that inhabited me to recreate myself once again in lies. A whole life caring about people, taking care of them, maybe that's why I saw no problem in reinventing myself as many times as I ne
Hard narrating: To have her, to feel her, to see her there naked on the bed of a cold and moldy smelling apartment while my body shuddered in desire and fulfillment, she was the anchor that kept me standing, it was for her that I chose not to war anymore with mafias, I felt I didn't need anything else but her, not even power or money, for the first time in life, the warmth of a naked body and naive eyes full of pain were able to thaw the ice stone that I imagined I had in place of a heart, someone was able to make me shiver into something beyond hate, beyond pleasure. The silence was perfect beside her, even seeing the seepage stains on the ceiling above us, my hands passed around her waist, and her sweet smell mixed with alcohol, was the only one I wanted to feel during the rest of my lonely days: -Leonor... - I said, startled, watching her get out of bed and walk towards her clothes. -I have to go ... - Leonor answered me in a saddened tone of voice as she looked
Leonor narrating; With my legs still shaky, I walked, with each step, I felt in me the desire to escape from there, to run away, retracing the path back to Hard. On the balcony of the house, my body slipped, leaving me on the ground once again. The tears came down, with pain, with longing, my father was gone, and it was my fault, it was my fault for having believed in a love that only carries greed. I knew that money to Call's family is like quicksand, and no matter what they need to pull into the hole for support to always be out of the hole. In my hands contained the destruction of Call's family, if the secrets, if who they really are, were thrown in front of the fan, all the power they hold so dear would be gone. Not even all their money could clean up the mess that would tarnish the name of their companies. The problem is that everything around me will be pulled down, just as my father was, just as Hard can be. I had never imagined that the phrase love is blind, could be re
Leonor Juice narrating: Leonor Juice, I'm just a woman sitting on the sofa at a luxurious party, with a glass of drink in hand, with several people around me and my face closed. I get up and go to the drinks table positioned in front of the huge glass wall with a perfect view of Boston. Dinner is from my husband's company, Call Juice, a businessman and owner of one of the largest investment companies, our companionship in business is something very envied, I strongly hold his hand in every decision he makes. But I just found out that he's practically broke, that we're even about to lose our house, and that's not the problem, but the fact that I found out in the middle of this quiet party where everyone looks at me with pity, feeling the weight of my husband's immaturity who didn't even tell me what was going on: - I'm sorry Eleanor. I felt unable to say anything. – he said approaching with a desperate tone. - unable or out of time? - said in a cold way, without lookin
Call Juice narrating: Taking a deep breath, I understood perfectly the irritated way that Leonor got up from the bathtub. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her, but he hated the fact that he felt so much attraction that he hated that he'd faltered and failed. I felt proud to have a strong woman by my side, holding my hand even in the immature decisions I made, but I hated the fact that I felt that Leonor was more capable than me, she managed to solve situations and have a broad view of the business in a way that I couldn't, and not being macho, the more I felt weak around her. As if I didn't want to accept the fact that she had all the skills I lacked to solve the problems she got me into. Leonor lay down naked on the bed and with her back to me she fell asleep quickly. She couldn't even touch her, and it tortured me to think of how she managed not to lose the roof over our heads. At nine in the morning, I prepared coffee in the kitchen in a calm way so as not to wake
Call Juice narrating: - what? - He said amazed. - that's what you heard, one night with Leonor and I pay all the debts that led you to bankruptcy, I take more profits as your partner, and you keep her under the roof of your house. - I will not accept this... - you know, that's my proposal. - Hard said getting up from the table as he drank his last drink from the glass. - Feel free, it's on the house. He said, patting me on the shoulder and leaving. Completely intrigued, I kept thinking about the words he said to me, looking at every corner of that restaurant that had details in pure gold, I drank the glass of whiskey quickly, I felt frustrated with everything, I couldn't even continue there knowing that it would depend on the guy who asked one night with my wife: - Call, you over here? – an old businessman friend said when he found me. - It's... business lunch. - I heard about how it's growing too. I just opened another company in Poland maybe.... - Sorry,
Leonor narrating; With my legs still shaky, I walked, with each step, I felt in me the desire to escape from there, to run away, retracing the path back to Hard. On the balcony of the house, my body slipped, leaving me on the ground once again. The tears came down, with pain, with longing, my father was gone, and it was my fault, it was my fault for having believed in a love that only carries greed. I knew that money to Call's family is like quicksand, and no matter what they need to pull into the hole for support to always be out of the hole. In my hands contained the destruction of Call's family, if the secrets, if who they really are, were thrown in front of the fan, all the power they hold so dear would be gone. Not even all their money could clean up the mess that would tarnish the name of their companies. The problem is that everything around me will be pulled down, just as my father was, just as Hard can be. I had never imagined that the phrase love is blind, could be re
Hard narrating: To have her, to feel her, to see her there naked on the bed of a cold and moldy smelling apartment while my body shuddered in desire and fulfillment, she was the anchor that kept me standing, it was for her that I chose not to war anymore with mafias, I felt I didn't need anything else but her, not even power or money, for the first time in life, the warmth of a naked body and naive eyes full of pain were able to thaw the ice stone that I imagined I had in place of a heart, someone was able to make me shiver into something beyond hate, beyond pleasure. The silence was perfect beside her, even seeing the seepage stains on the ceiling above us, my hands passed around her waist, and her sweet smell mixed with alcohol, was the only one I wanted to feel during the rest of my lonely days: -Leonor... - I said, startled, watching her get out of bed and walk towards her clothes. -I have to go ... - Leonor answered me in a saddened tone of voice as she looked
Leonor narrating: Through the streets I walked feeling my legs trembling, the despair dominated me at each step, I couldn't accept everything, and I couldn't deal with Hard's death, not now. My eyes were closing and aimlessly I was begging for everything to be a lie, I was even begging for lightning to fall on my head, I was screaming inside even if my lips were only whispering, I didn't care if people saw me in that state and looked at me with total contempt, as if I were a drunk. From the moment I realized the farce I was forcing myself to believe, that Call's mask fell before my eyes, a whole life also fell apart, as if I no longer knew anything about my own life, everything was just pain, I could only see reality in my moments with Hard, and I hated myself for having left the certainties that inhabited me to recreate myself once again in lies. A whole life caring about people, taking care of them, maybe that's why I saw no problem in reinventing myself as many times as I ne
Trembling I held the cell phone still in my hands, I looked at the cars paralyzed, my mind questioning itself, not wanting to believe it: - how can you do this to me, are you crazy Leonor? Call's euphoric screams echoed, bringing a yearning to my stomach, to hear his voice, to feel the fear eating me up, the fear of the truth. Turning around, I looked into six eyes, feeling the ember of mine burning, I raised my hands, wanting to tell him something but I felt weak even to release the words, my legs bowed as I stared at him, with his pale face, reliving every moment he told me about how he did not want to be a father, feeling the weight of his silence the bitterness was eating me up: - It was important for me to talk to this man tonight Leonor.... - Call continued to shout. - How can I... How can I be such a fool, I can't believe it... It was so in front of my eyes... - I started to speak, still weak, but anger was taking over every part of me. - What are you saying Leono
-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
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: - 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
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
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