Disappears

When Alisha awoke the next day Gael was gone.

The house felt extremely lonely.

There was not a sound to be heard.

The windows were locked, the curtains closed, giving the impression of a gloomy, gigantic house. The opposite side of the bed lay so neatly arranged, it seemed that no one had slept there, on the bedside table there was still that stupid picture of Gael with that woman.

Alisha was curious about the young businessman's past, she got out of bed, walking barefoot. She felt the coldness of the wood running through the soles of her feet. 

As if her limbs were on automatic she went to the closet, the huge closet was made of wood, she grabbed the door and slid it open.

There were many outfits, stored on hangers, at the bottom were several cardboard boxes.

Alisha bent down and opened one at a time, rummaging for something relevant.

She was startled.

She found a glass box containing a baseball and remembered that she and Gael had met because of the baseball.

She held that box in her hands as she got up from the floor, it was impossible for her to still hold that memory. So many years had passed. Gael must still remember her.

At that moment, Gael suddenly appeared.

The door was slammed open.

Alisha was startled and the glass box she was holding fell to the floor and shattered.

Gael picked up the baseball.

"You're only staying at my house temporarily, don't consider this place your home" he warned her.

Seeing Gael's nervous look.

Alisha guessed that the baseball was something to do with the woman in the photograph in the room. She had always thought that all the things for the women in the house were bought at will by Gael, but now, she knew that they were specially prepared by him for that woman in the picture in his room.

The one he seemed to contemplate with a divine devotion.

She was only a temporary guest, and that beautiful, exquisite woman, who did not live there was the real hostess of the house.

"I can make up for the broken glass box," she said carefully to Gael.

He let out a derisive laugh.

"Even your family is supported by me, how could you ever repay it?"

Gael mercilessly shoved Alisha, causing the alien body to be returned to the floor. Gael didn't notice that when she fell, she landed on the broken glass.

Alisha looked at the broken glass box on the floor and understood that this person was the "baseball" that Gael valued, but she was the broken "glass box" that he would no longer look at even if it was broken.

The shards of glass dug into her legs. Those tiny shorts she wore as pajamas didn't help to avoid the wounds on her skin.

She wanted to get up but a pain shot through her body, immediately reflecting on her face.

"Can't you get up?"

"Fuck you" a tear rolled down her cheek, she pressed her lips together feeling the pain gnawing at her system. She pushed herself up and stood up.

Gael was startled to notice that crimson liquid running down his wife's legs.

"What the hell is that?" his eyes gradually widened.

"I just happened to fall in glass" he expressed sarcastically.

The cuts on her skin were not that deep, she went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit to clean her wounds, she sat on the edge of the bed cleaning the blood and then would place band aids on the wounds.

"Yo!"

"Get out!"

"Me!"

Alisha sighed.

"I'd better get the hell out of here, when you still can" she watched that older man. His face was very sinister. Gael swallowed saliva, those wounds had been his fault.

"I'm sorry..."

Alisha threw against the businessman a bottle of alcohol she was holding.

"Your apologies aren't going to cure me" she spat.

Gael left the room.

It was true, she felt so suffocated at that submissive attitude she could show. Gael must have waited a long time to meet that person. She knew she would never get his attention.

As she wiped one hand she took her own.

"I'll do it."

Gael had returned.

She didn't even hear the door open or walk toward it, only barely noticed a hand taking her own, for her eyes were clouded by a curtain of liquid. Droplets were falling on her thighs.

"No" she didn't even recognize his voice.

One after another the tears were falling on her thighs. 

She didn't even know at what point she started sobbing, she could only feel that hand wrapping around her own, that quality feeling that hugged her chest.

"Stop crying, you look disgusting."

"You're disgusting."

She blinked causing two large drops to descend down her cheeks, meeting those beautiful gray eyes, then, she observed that multicolored color that adorned near the iris.

Her face that was usually expressionless.

It softened.

A hand caressed her cheek.

"We're from disgust."

Gael smiled, a sincere smile that infected her.

"You can stay."

"Am I not here" he wiped away her tears. "He's coming to help you."

Because he didn't know he was asking her to stay with her, not with this woman who seemed to rule his world. He wanted the right to be selfish.

She felt.

She knew that asking him that was a stupidity of the moment, that man she has loved for over ten years, he used to be a little slow to understand.

"I know."

Gael instinctively reached over and chastely kissed her lips.

He didn't know why he did it, he only understood that his heart stopped for a second, his tears once again furrowed his cheeks for the last time and a warmth came over his face.

"Stop crying you look..."

Alisha didn't hear what he was saying to her, she barely managed to keep watching those lips moving and articulating who knows what words.

She felt her heart racing.

And her senses almost completely disconnected, she let out a nervous laugh.

Gael was her first love, the one she didn't want to give up.