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Things have finally started to go well in recent months. At last, almost everything seems normal and every day, and I have finally taken a break from everything.
A breath of Azael.
Honestly, it bothers me quite a bit that he hasn't called me since I last spoke to him. And it's not that I have forgiven him or I'm going to do it, but after everything that has happened, what less than to call me to stay and talk about everything that happened or at least to know how I am. Because if something is clear to me, it is that I am not going to be the one to go after him this time, and picking up the cell phone to dial his number would be throwing my dignity away, so I am not going to do it.
I enter Latin class and sit in my usual place, on one side by the window. I drum my fingers on the table and kick my feet on the floor. I can't help but be nervous, today is the day they post the results of the grades on the board, as it is the last day of high school before Chri
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My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.- Come back ...- I say in just a whisper. My voice comes out hoarse and my tongue and throat feel dry.I try to wake up, and I notice that everything around me is dark and I am only illuminated by what seems to be a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I manage to get up and sit on it, scared. My arms are numb and extremely cold.The sound of a door opening, then closing makes me even more scared.-Lailah you have to know that I had no other option, and I hope you forgive me- Derek speaks quickly, walking towar
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Peter knows the address by heart. It's a three-hour drive from Middleton to 425 NW Avenue in AZ in which I can't stop wondering how he is and torturing myself thinking about how I have allowed such a thing to happen to him.-This can't happen again- Peter announces as we walk. We have already parked all the vans far from the warehouses, in the streets of an old polygon, since these are surrounded by people and if they see our park, we are all dead.- I won't let it happen- I muttered, unlocking my shotgun. From now on I plan to protect Lailah with all my might. I don't care what she said, I deserved it for being such a jerk, and now I realize that I can't afford to lose her.-I think you do not understand me. -He murmurs seriously.- You are constantly endangering the life of that girl by keeping her by your side, and because of you we are being affected by the whole band- he says, and I look back. More than forty men who work for my father follow us with all kin
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Intense beeping echoes in my ears forcing me to open my eyes. I am not in my bed, but I recognize the smell of the white sheets that cover my body. I would do it anywhere.Little by little, my ears stop ringing, but I have a severe headache and terrible nausea. I am getting up slowly and from the sunlight that enters through the half-open window, I deduce that it is daytime.I feel like the vomit begins to rise my windpipe so I am forced to run towards the closed white wooden door on the side of the room, the one that I suppose leads to the bathroom, and I throw it all in the toilet, feeling How my throat burns when the liquid passes through it, burning my insides. My back and abdomen ache from exerting so much force so it is difficult for me to get up again.My face in the mirror looks hideous, so as I turn on the tap to rinse my mouth, I also clean my face with water and tie my hair into a bun with a rubber band that I always wear on my wrist, which is f
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