Chapter 18 - Olíviah (Part one)

Yes, I loved that idiot Miguel, but accepting that was the hardest part, how could I live for years pretending not to think about him? Gradually, my mind was made up of why I didn't let anyone get close, I understood that I didn't fall in love with another man because I was selective or cold to relationships, but because I had never forgotten the idiot.

However, I knew deep down that we would never be together, because Miguel certainly had no feelings for me. I was simply the fake woman and in a few months I would say goodbye to him and this time forever.

My night had been hectic in the vain attempt to try to forget him in a magic pass. All the alcoholic beverages I ingested only served to give me a hellish headache the next morning. And like every other hungover human being I vowed never to drink again.

I had slept at Sarah's house. Because of the damn sun that broke through the window even with the damn hangover I got up early, took a shower and joined her for a very strong coffee.