The Wolf and Me

Living in a rainy city had its advantages, I could just pretend I didn't know anyone and stay in my house in my pajamas and slippers pretending that the outside world didn't really exist, just like in all the romantic movies I had seen since I was little. I was tired, it was obvious, because everything inside me was just a way of living on autopilot living the same day over and over again until I was completely tired. - Rebecca, honey, shouldn't you get up a little? Get some air outside? - my mother said, trying hard not to make me look like the usual zombie. It was not easy to see a daughter who should have been married for years sinking into tea and romantic books instead of fulfilling her role as a woman.She should have given birth to many children in sequence with a lumberjack husband who worked in the town factory. It was a disappointment, to say the least. - Mom, I really don't want to get up! I'm watching this incredible documentary about - I didn't even know what to say,

I bought the dress.While Anna stared at me feeling guilty for having supposedly put me in the situation of facing Vitor. She wasn't to blame at all, she didn't make him cheat on me after a three-year relationship with another woman. She didn't force him to propose to me in front of all the people who knew us only to leave me on the day of the ceremony. She didn't force Vitor to kill me from the inside. I came home and for some reason I was too anesthetized to cry. My mother was gone, she had already left for her shift at the local hospital and I could have some peace.I put on some flannel pajamas and threw myself on the couch, closed my eyes for two seconds and tried to think of something other than the depression I was feeling. As I fell asleep I dived into a different place from my reality and suddenly in my mind the eyes of this Sam guy were stuck in my subconscious. I saw him several times repeating his rudeness inside that diner and yet I didn't hear him. I could only s