The Taste of Freedom I woke up feeling strangely too good. I was rested. I felt energized and renewed. Ready to face any obstacle and even to face Gabriel's rudeness and nastiness. I looked around and everything was in order. So why that feeling that something had changed? I went to take a shower, but unlike the other times I didn't feel like going back to bed. I changed my clothes, drank the juice that was on the tray and made the bed. Two things perplexed me; the first was that I didn't remember putting on the sweater I had just changed.... I felt my face burn at the thought that Gabriel could have changed me while I was sleeping. And the second; the bedclothes were also changed.... I must have been a very heavy sleeper to not notice the two exchanges. Which led me to another question; how long did I sleep for? Someone moved at the door and I was paralyzed at the prospect of seeing Gabriel. I didn't even understand the reason for the apprehension since I had seen him only a
Gabriel was unknowingly killing my curiosity by keeping his past a secret. I no longer had any doubt that we had met in some life time. And that he was trying to hate me for something that happened when we met. I just didn't understand how he couldn't see the injustice in blaming me and taking revenge when I didn't even remember what had occurred. I seriously believe that no one is the same as they were a minute ago, so lifetimes ago was a lot of change a person went through. I had changed since I came to that place. I was no longer the same as I had been on earth. A lot of things I did I would stop doing and a lot of things I didn't do I would do. If I came back it would be different. How can Gabriel not understand this? He too must have undergone changes. Everyone matures one day. But it seems he wants to stay focused on something I did in a life I didn't know and didn't even remember and that doesn't matter anymore because I was certainly not the same person who did whatever i
Coming from Gabriel the promise of a surprise could mean something bad, but I was excited anyway. I was dying to experience different things, face challenges and really start living again. So even something that I didn't think was pleasant that he was going to show me would be welcome. I felt that I could handle anything. The silence might have been good for Gabriel, but it was driving me crazy. It had been about fifteen minutes of walking and he remained silent and thoughtful. I needed to distract myself, for even the perfection of the place was beginning to bore me. Talking to Gabriel at least I felt emotions. Believing this, I decided to provoke him with my questions without stopping my pacing. "When are you going to show me that surprise?" He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Now." "Are you taking me to it?" "Yes." "Is it a good or bad surprise?" "That you will have to decide for yourself." I shut up again. It wasn't going to d
Despite what I said about him being a constant shadow in my life, he left me out there to decide for myself whether I would stay and wander around or go in and continue sharing my stay there with him. This choice was not difficult. Then I felt cold. A cold that only Gabriel could warm. Only the warmth of his arms could bring comfort to my anguished heart. I went in looking for him and found him in the shower. Even after our misunderstanding I felt free to open the door. I stood in the doorway and watched him, naked, soaping his body on his back. When he realized my presence he turned and faced me. I undressed without any shame, although I had never acted like this in my life. With him I felt free to be natural. I came closer. He looked at me with desire. I knew that I tried at all costs to evade his feelings, but it was a losing war. And that made me feel special. He wouldn't take just anyone to live in his house. This thought made some images go through my head, but I didn't concent
Gabriel greeted us at the door with a worried look on his face. He rushed over and took me out of Dad's arms. Immediately the heat began to return to my body and I no longer felt cold. He walked in with me and Dad followed. Dad looked very upset. I expected him to scold Gabriel. I was put on my bed in my room which disappointed me a little, because for a second I imagined that he would take me to what I already considered our room. Then he covered me up and retired along with Daddy. I really didn't want to hear what they were saying, but even their whispers sounded to me like words coming out of a speaker. "Gabriel... I think she should slowly start remembering the past... She's not well. Her withdrawal generated something so strong that her body felt cold. You know what this means. You've hurt her a lot. You know how it works. What were you thinking while you felt cold here? Dad's voice was inquisitive. "Satisfaction. Don't get involved. This is not your problem and not your res
Immediately recognizing Gabriel's voice I was afraid I had done something very wrong. "You must not touch that mirror! Not even go near it!" He said stepping closer and standing between me and the mirror. "And why not?" I asked more out of curiosity to know the reason for this prohibition than to know what the mirror was doing. "It's not time yet." He said looking haggard. "That's your answer to everything! And it's very empty. You need to be clearer. Time for what? You said the same thing about the water. What does this water and this mirror mean?" "Stop questioning me!" He said angrily and reached over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "You crazy woman! Where have you been? Didn't I tell you to stay home?" "I don't owe you any satisfaction!" He released me with a small shove that distanced me from him staring at me with a different glint in his eye. "No? Is that what you really think? That you don't owe me any satisfaction?" "Th
Gabriel was a prince. A boy around eighteen or nineteen. I saw him with his golden curls and his beautiful green eyes, but I knew that he was different there. He looked different. Even though he had black hair and was very different from the Gabriel of now, I knew for sure that it was him. And although I was only about three years older I was much more experienced in life. I was a pirate. We met at a party where the prince's father was the host. (By now I knew the whole plot of that story. I knew everything that happened. I wanted to stop, but it was impossible. The images were still as clear as an indictment and I was obliged to go over and over it all again.) I was charmed by the prince as soon as I was brought to him for a formal introduction, and he also seemed charmed by me. No one at that reception could have imagined that I was a wanderer of the sea. A faithful pirate. Only, of course, my father. But our disguise was above suspicion. We were smart. I read a lot and had
"You're a stupid man, James! Don't you recognize when you're given a chance? Stubborn fool! You'll be sorry! I swear you will! Caco!" I was driven mad with hatred for the rejection. I needed to do something to hurt him as much as he was hurting me, so I called Caco. Caco opened the door with violence and sword in hand. "Is there a problem?" Caco asked looking everywhere already searching every corner for some kind of danger. "Take him away from here and then come back because we need to talk. When Caco was already leaving with Tiago I said. "Never say that I didn't give you a choice, Tiago." I said and sat back in my seat with hatred burning in my heart. Caco took him and soon he was back. "What do you want with me Captain?" "About your request... I've decided it's right. I've given it a lot of thought and decided to accommodate you.... You will do as you wish, but first we need to settle some details of our journey. Max is steering the other ship like a true captain. After