And I thought that when he was silent, looking closely at the outside, that he was really willing to change the subject. However, I caught him throwing surprised and question-laden glances in my direction. I kept all the desires to match his attention and occupied myself with the view outside the window, the streets that were full of people looking for fun and that of the square that began to come into focus as he parked below a large tree that shook its branches according to the force of the cold wind."Do you know what pressure that is? "He asked suddenly, as he opened the car door for me to climb on the sidewalk around the square. "Do you know how happily I feel pressured?”" With what?”"That I'm on a date with a writer, of course," he said, putting the subject back on the agenda. I grumbled, but he took my hand in yours again to convince me to listen to him. "It's, really, Tasha. You don't know the pressure it is to know that anything I say tonight will be in some dialogue in a b
Flynn crossed his arms on the table, assuming a curious and relaxed position. His eyes narrowed slightly, wanting to see below that shell that I kept on my feelings."I have all the free time for you, Tasha.”I rolled my eyes, but ended up opening a little smile."You're a real real real.”Flynn laughed and gestured with his shoulders."I am, and I can't interpret very well who you really are. So tell me, my favorite mystery, what is your relationship with your family?”"Terrible," I replied, swallowing it dry. "I was born into a strange family, which did not think it was necessary to show feelings for each other. My father only married my mother because she got pregnant, so I was a carnival mistake that lasted a lifetime. My older sister is the daughter of another man who was also my mother's mistake. However, the difference is that my mother loves my sister, and hates me. So, as if to remedy the situation of hate and love, they decided to have one more child, who is my brother. He w
Flynn reached a space in my heart that day, while eating a hot dog and lost the composure of a businessman by getting all dirty with ketchup. He didn't complain when I used a napkin to clean his mouth and cheek, and offered me a piece of what he ate while he kept talking about his life. And this time I wasn't pretending to listen, I was really interested in knowing more about every little piece of it. And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it.It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.When we went back to walking around the square, I was no longer holding his hand, but his arm, because I was talking by the elbows about my stressful routine in the supermarke
The sound that our lips produced when they were separated made me regret having moved away. And Flynn's eyes were surprised and frightened. I don't think he expected me to act that way, not after all. I think he thought I had been offended in some way. Especially when he noticed that I started to walk blindly backwards, wanting to move as far away from his presence as possible." Tasha, I'm sorry... I didn't want to force you..." he said, trying to look for words so that I wouldn't feel harassed. "I thought that after what we did...”"No," was the only thing I could say before I started running.I couldn't say I was moving away because I knew how that story would end. That I was scared for having trusted him to say my biggest fears and questions. I was terrified of the way my body reacted to his touch, as if he recognized the longing for a family caress, and that I was already more than surrendered to him in just one night.And I knew he was following me as I started running away, bec
I never liked Cinderella's fairy tale.Since I was little I have always been bothered by the fact that a poor orphan was enslaved by her stepmother, and still had to run away for one night to participate in the ball in which all the women in her village were invited. She thought it was even worse that her life goals began to revolve around the prince, and that she did not realize that she was still imprisoned, even after leaving the residence of her deceased parents, since she now belonged to a kingdom and a prince. I never liked this kind of tale, where a woman needed to run away from her house to have freedom, and that instead had only won a different cell in her personal prison.Although I hate Cinderella, every time that night when I looked at one of my bare feet, I couldn't help but notice the similarities of the tale to my life, considering that I also lost a shoe to run away from a man. Because Cinderella also fled when she came into shock, when she realized that the spell of h
"Because after everything we had ever done, he kissed me, I panicked, I started running through the woods that exists here next to my house, and when I went to cross the bridge, I ended up standing on the floor and losing my sneakers. My hair is like that naturally, it's just that you've never seen it without a flat iron," I explained at once, in a short breath. "And, no, he didn't make me do anything. I just panicked because I felt too attracted and didn't know how to deal with it. And now, realizing your reaction, I think he may also be thinking that he has exceeded some limit.”Beatrice and Gildeon looked at each other, some conversation going on between them without me being able to understand, so Gildeon nodded to his wife and left us alone. I watched him slam the bedroom door to give us total privacy. The television has also been increased. Beatrice put one of her hands on her waist and watched me as a mother would do for a child who has just been hurt in the most ridiculous way
Defeated by the amount of questions in my head, I leaned back on the couch and watched the cup in my hands. The tea liquid still spiraled smoke to my nose, unclogging the airways that had become clogged with my crying. I hated crying in front of others. I hated showing any sign of weakness. Only that night had he acted more inconsequentibly than years."Anyhow, I've already screwed up and I don't want to see him again," I shot with pure pride in my voice.Beatrice sighed, but nodded. She was silent for a moment, just watching the opposite side of the room, reflecting on the craziest friend she had. Beatrice has never seen me cry either. I think if she was used to it, maybe she would have offered me a hug or something. She just stood there, anyway, giving moral support for me to calm down.I couldn't stop feeling like an animal that experienced wildlife and had to return to its captivity. Flynn aroused me so many sensations, so many questions about my way of leading life, that I could
I lied so well that sometimes I even convinced myself of that. But as much as I repeated that out loud, I couldn't believe it. I won't forget the way Flynn kissed me, the rubbing of his beard against my face, the way his hair was soft to the touch... I would never forget how he used his finger to try to prepare me to receive his penis, and that it was of no use, because it hurt as if I was losing my virginity, and it was pleasurable as if I were dying.Beatrice seemed to read everything on my face, and her smile became a shadow of pure malice. I coughed and straightened my shoulders, wanting to get over the situation. My friend studied me very coldly." Stop thinking about what you should or shouldn't say, Tasha. You're not a machine.”I gestured with my shoulders."It turns out that I don't really know who I am, Bia. And I'm tired of disappointing people.”"All right. Do whatever you want," said Beatrice, sighing with frustration. "I'll still be here, in case you need it. But don't p