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ANGELIC...Sometimes we need big bandages for big wounds. But sometimes all it takes is a long bath to heal the painful openings. I mean, honestly, when all that hot water slides down my body, it's like I'm purging myself.That's why I end the shower with some regret. I could spend all day in the box.I wrap a towel around my body. The smell around the bathroom became familiar to me. The smell is clearly masculine, but I don't mind smelling like him. In fact, when I'm alone in the middle of the night, I can feel him all around me, and I can almost convince myself he's next to me.I walk over to the misty mirror above the sink and stare at my reflection. I turn my head from side to side, studying the mark on my neck. Vicenzo's fingers dug into me. I feel bile rising in my throat, but I refuse to vomit again.I can't be disgusted with myself. It wasn't my fault.I constantly remember what happened in the hospital. I kissed Vicenzo, of my own free will. That bastard can say he touched me
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THE WHITE...The consumer of souls.There is a myth that says the devil in ancient times bestowed favors. It was like a kind of creditor, and people got into debt of their own free will. A few times later, when the devil came back to collect his share, people refused to pay. He, because he did not like to be deceived, burned their houses, their children and their fortunes.I look through the windows. It's a beautiful day, as far as New York is concerned. I'm sitting at one of the tables in the three-story cafeteria right in midtown Manhattan, one of the best in town, by the way.- Sir? – the attendant calls, with her soft, low voice, because she doesn't want to sound rude.I look at the lady in front of my desk. Charlotte. Every day, she gets up early, takes a train from the station closest to her home and arrives at the service even before sunrise. Charlotte opens the cafeteria, cleans the tables and puts on her impeccable uniform. She smiles at every tycoon who enters the establishm
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THE WHITE...I like logical and rational explanations. I don't believe in attitudes coming from the soul or from the heart. This kind of shit just doesn't make sense to me. That said, I would like to understand what is happening to me.What is this feeling that I break down when Angelic is next to me? As if I were full, overflowing, then collapsing.A weakness?A medical photo?I close my eyes and let the shower wash that feeling down the drain as I shower. I try to get rid of her smell, the feel of her skin, the sight of her smile. Anything that makes me weak. However, it was a difficult task. Angelic has my perfume, my quirks and my clothes. She has become a part of me. I see myself in it, so much so that I feel it even when I am alone.I turn off the shower and grab the towel that's wet from Angelic's shower. I use it anyway because I'm determined to have a peaceful day. When I walk in front of the mirror, I make a point not to look at the reflection. I don't want to feel like I'm
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ANGELIC...I wake up, stretch my hand to the side and realize I'm alone in bed. My body protests, sore all over. And may God forgive me for all the blasphemies that I commit, but I cannot repent.I'm getting up. I grab my clothes from the floor, but they turned into unusable rags last night. I see my suitcase is near the door, so I pick it up and open it on the bed. I choose jeans and a T-shirt so as not to show the reddish marks on my skin.Once dressed, I decide to leave the room. Yolanda's house always has the windows and doors closed, which isn't surprising since she lives in the Bronx, but it's uncomfortable. The hallways seem dark.I descend the stairs, scanning the room with my eyes. There's a man with a gun in the doorway, and he's waving at me, like he's not ready for war when I barely open my eyes. However, I answer.This world is crazy.I let myself be guided by the smell of coffee coming out of the kitchen. I immediately miss the whipped cream coffee that only one coffee s
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THE WHITE...The city of Venice, Italy is known for its canals. Tourists love to take a boat ride in the middle of the city. However, a curiosity about Venice is that it is literally in danger of sinking. Your greatest asset will be your downfall. I could despise irony if I didn't adore him.Whenever I'm in Venice, I make it a point to visit the Bellagio, a chain of casinos that has spread like weed across the world. Not that I have anything against casinos. They are just luxury buildings where rich men take money from other rich men. Reminds me of the Catholic Church.I park the Ferrari in front of the building. It's the car I like to drive in Italy, because this country is the birthplace of the brand. Although, I must admit, I prefer the comfort of a Bentley.The first rule regarding casinos is to be a communicative person. Nobody makes good games if they don't have good conversations. The second rule is to be in good company, and if the daughter of the President of the United State
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THE WHITE...I don't knock on the door, I just turn and push the handle. The Bellagio is famous for representing elite scum, and this room represents that taxation well. There are black leather couches on either side, a bar to the right, and a bottle of tequila on every square foot.I find Benjamin sitting on one of the sofas. First his eyes fall on me casually, then they stare at me. He is part of this little group that would dance on my grave.- Where are the good manners? – he asks, puffing out the smoke from his cigarette – I think old LeBlanc will remember that I don't change my face to kill a bastard.Nothing like old friends.- We can skip the threat part. I know them all.I close the door behind me and step forward. I sit down on the sofa across from him. The contrast between us is interesting. His excessive alcohol consumption, the clothes that make him look like he's just been in prison, the numerous tattoos and the cigarette. I'm very surprised Benjamin didn't already die i
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ANGELIC...When we got off the helicopter, the entrance doors to the house were already open. LeBlanc carries me in his arms, because I fell asleep at some point on the trip. This is explainable, as we took a short drive and then simply traveled to an island. He told me something about being a private person, but I couldn't imagine how much.I still feel half my brain asleep, so I don't even flinch at being held. I'm tired of tonight. In fact, in addition to being tired, I am resentful.I do my best to capture the details of the house. It appears to be an old building, with details reminiscent of castles. This suits LeBlanc as he appears to have king syndrome.'You live on an island,' I say. My words sound drunk with sleep."I don't like neighbors," he argues, making me smile.- Sounds arrogant.- Looks? – He looks at me – Make no mistake, I am.I snuggle into his chest as he heads upstairs. The place is so silent that it seems to be beyond the world. It looks like a bubble, where onl
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LEBLANC...She's looking at me, her big blue eyes expectant, making me feel like the worst person in the world. Hope glimmers in every blink, and I, like the asshole that I am, am about to lie to Angelic.- And then? she asks as she holds me transfixed with her disgracefully beautiful eyes.Being a good liar doesn't mean I enjoy lying, and more, it doesn't mean I enjoy lying to her. However, I have no options left. I nod my head, because I believe false gestures are less cruel than false words."Just be honest," she pleads.No. No way.I'm leaning against the kitchen jamb, meanwhile, Angelic is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand is something she just cooked. Angelic said they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is really bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.- It is very bad? She frowns.Right now, Angelic is the most
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LEBLANC...Technology always amazes me. The way the world evolves, even if people don't follow the same path. And with that said, I'd like to point out one technology in particular: the Ferris wheel.Yes, the ferris wheel. Let's talk about her then.A large hoop of reinforced iron, with booths hanging from it, revolving endlessly to the right. Fast enough to entertain people, slow enough not to make you queasy. Simply fascinating, especially considering the colorful light show around.'I thought it was charming too,' Angelic says, interrupting my thoughts about George Ferris, the creator of the Ferris wheel.- What? I ask.- The ferris wheel. I was fascinated by her as a child.I look at Angelic, who is in front of me. I can visualize her child version, maybe with a bow in her hair. I can almost see her, tiny, staring at the ferris wheel, marveling at everything the curious eyes of a normal child can reach.However, on the other hand, I don't think she can have the same vision of me.
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ANGELIC...The sun's rays hit my face, making me wake up. For the last few days, we've slept with the balcony doors open, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the ocean's horizon. This has been my paradise; sleep and wake up on this island.I open my eyes, looking around the room for Aaron. He's always the first thing I look for, the first thing on my mind from the first minute of the day. He's not here, but he's left an arrangement of lilies on the bedside table instead.I get up, pluck a flower from the arrangement, and spin it around, studying the white petals. I'm invaded by an old memory, which used to hurt a lot. I was twelve years old, and right after my mother's wake, I was in the garden at home. I was devastated after losing her, not only to her death but knowing that it meant I would be alone. And for a twelve-year-old girl, being alone in such a big house was really cruel.I thought I loved my family. I was so loyal to each one of them that I believed I loved th
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