"GO TO HELL, DAMN YOU!" Enraged, I threw the phone against the wall and watched it smash to pieces, not caring much about the damage done. My hands were running through my hair in an act of complete restlessness, I was overcome with a warning signal and decided to act. I grabbed my car keys and sped out the door, not caring about the haunted looks from everyone in the office. I got into the vehicle and sped off while I focused on calming myself down and not losing my mind completely. The first thing I needed to do was to get Otto to safety, since he was certainly an easy target due to his importance in the case, both for being a relative of the victim and for his willingness to offer the material from the day of the crime. I parked in front of the entrance to his apartment and rang the bell, soon seeing his confused figure appear in front of

"How awful. "My friend uttered in intimidated intonation. She resumed what I was about to do earlier and switched to music station. "Is John in the middle of it?"" I don't know, I don't follow that kind of news. ", I limited myself to that answer, taking into account that I really wasn't sure of anything. " Did you guys talk to each other after it happened?""Yes. He was with my book and went to return it.", I answered and Sophie arched her frown with a minimal smile wanting to emerge from between her tight lips. " I know... Return...," She joked mischievously and I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Was it awkward or did you guys stay cool?" " It definitely wasn't normal. At least not for me. It was just a kiss, in theory I should let it go, but practice is pretty hard," I confessed with a resigned sigh, receiving a quick understanding look from my friend next to me."You know he'll probably be a

"Well, since you're getting along fine here, I'm going to play my part as the birthday boy's family member and bring order to the party. Sophie will be here soon. "He warned, pulling away without giving us time to answer him.I took a sip of my forgotten drink and crossed my arms, fully aware that this act meant restraint, but I only wanted to comfort myself. I would like " very much " for John to come close, however, I knew that my wish was unlikely to be fulfilled. He grabbed a drink and, like me, faced the other people at the party, now fuller, taking into account that Paolo had warned about Sophie and Adrian's arrival. " How are you?" He broke the silence. We didn't dare to look at each other. "Fine. Pretty busy... And you?"" Same. " He replied and I mumbled a "hm". A man in a small social circle called out to John, who nodded and stared at me. "No, I don't mind if you go over there. I'm fine here, you don't have to feel obli

John's POVMy week had been hellish and my purpose at my friend's party was only to distract myself from all the shit that surrounded my life, however, the setback of Helena's presence generated in me a myriad of questions incorporated with an unusual restlessness, resulting in the total failure of my plans. In my head everything was in perfect order, which led me to believe that it would be easy to see the girl without feeling confused, however, this was a mistake.After our little clash, where Helena's elusive behavior made it clear that something was not normal, I was seized by numerous doubts about her attitudes that did not allow me to understand what the real problem was. Or if there was a problem. It was only during a conversation with Betsy, "an old school friend", that I could definitely direct my thoughts to something other than Helena, a fact that was beginning to annoy me.Right after I said goodbye to my friends with the intention of leaving, Betsy put her hand on my bac

Helena's POVOh, my God. This was the first phrase that came to my mind the very moment I opened my eyes. Being hungover in itself was horrible enough, now, being purely hungover in conjunction with a moral hangover was like wanting to disappear from the map.I had flashes of various scenes from the night before, however, the scene that I most wanted to erase from my memory was there, intact, detailed and vivid. How could I have said all that to John? Shit, shit, shit. I sat up in bed and brought my hands to my head, nauseated and feeling the world spinning around me as all the booze I had consumed rumbled around in my stomach, causing an overwhelming urge to let it all out. I took a deep breath and reality hit me in the face as the scent of John's perfume invaded my sense of smell, waking me up in immediate shock. Alarmed, I looked around and surveyed the huge, neatly organized room, soon realizing that the place screamed his name, such