A spark of what seemed to be pity appeared in his eyes for a second. "I know that the feeling of guilt is overwhelming, but I can guarantee that it will pass. "He slid one of his fingers over his lower lip gently. "When you come back, maybe I can teach you how to release anger, without killing someone. "I laughed, unintentionally, and he added: "With no ulterior motives, just a way to defend yourself. Better this way?I let out a whistle, trying not to sound like the high school that seemed to be interpreting. "I would never be able to fight a man, Zachary. Look at my size! I mean, the lack of size.He laughed, loud and genuine. I gave you another smile. I would admit to anyone who asked that that conversation was being the only thing in days that brought me smiles and laughter. Zachary didn't need to know about this fact."First rule, Camila. "He raised one of his fingers. "Size will never define practice. You must know that.It took me a while to understand, and I even fell my head t

I didn't dare think too long about anything, fearing spending hours with my brain on fire for questions that didn't deserve an answer: How many times was that woman devoured by her vivid memories? How many times did she wish the death of the one who had ruined her? Would you have been able to forgive him?I carefully observed the features forged on his pale skin, slightly flushed at strategic points. She had a beautiful smile, although a wide scar interrupted the side of her lower lip. His hair curled below his shoulders, shining in platinum strands. He wore a weak makeup, highlighting his lips by a discreet red.My eyes evaluated the midnight blue dress that wrapped around her thin waist and exposed her thick thighs. There were folds on the skirt of the dress; not enough to leave it full, just a way to cut the straight length. The neckline consisted of a triangular shape, although the sleeves were long and lacy. She pushed away her sunglasses and kept them in her bag, slightly raisin

I hated my bridesmaid dress with all my strength.Not that he was a mess of cloths and colors. It was just too fair for my conscience to be convinced that the exaggerated shapes of my body would not attract enough attention alone.At another time, I might love the gigantic slit on the side of my left leg. I would feel proud of the metal notches that drew a vertical line between my breasts and descended in the cut below my navel. I would love to know that much of my skin was exposed by crisscrossed spans, sewn on the sides to hold the skirt that slipped down my legs with all the delicacy of pearly chiffon. But now, I could only feel uncomfortable with the neckline that bowed to highlight the volume of my breasts.My grandmother had a huge smile when she entered the room, and I forced a cheerful expression with all the naturalness that my scarce makeup could provide. She praised the red-heeled Prada shoes I chose and murmured to herself about my choice of hairstyle. The choice was not t

It was clear the love my father felt for my mother, as well as the love Gabriel felt for her. If she was able to return the affection of her new boyfriend, I didn't know. I never allowed myself to look in her direction for a long time, fearing that she might try some kind of forced approach. I think part of me was twisted by the fear of bowing to the charm that had been passed by our blood. My grandmother and Lizzie were the only people who received my full attention on that trip, and even if that was my last night on French soil, there was still reluct in every cell of my body.I didn't want to forgive years of negligence for a short lapse of attention, but that sensitive part that surfaced in me... That part that had been broken up during my meeting with Gary Swan, was coming together for the help of a man who became a kind of virtual friend.When a nightmare made me want to jump out of the window, I found a message on my cell phone. Usually, a short text about your day or some other

"Today no one holds me back," I joked, patting the old wooden counter. “I want your strongest drink!A glass of pure milk was placed in front of me."It's the strongest you'll find here, Mila.Ignoring my grimace, Samantha Hadfield smiled and leaned on the counter."It's been almost a century since I've seen you around here," she said, always smiling. "Are you thinking about taking your job back?I pulled the glass of heated milk and kept sliding my finger along the edge, looking at the contents without the slightest interest. The whole floor at my feet was covered with the water dripping from my hair, and I inhaled deeply to contain a shudder from the cold. I was sitting on one of the stools of the first job I had in my sixteen years old. The snack bar still contained its strong smell of heated fat and fresh coffee. It was a little nauseating to get inspired for a long time."I have something to do nearby" I nodded out with my hand, without showing all the anxiety that was killing me.