Suddenly I felt sick with dizziness and nausea. I thought about calling Gabriel back to tell him what I was feeling, but I gave up. After all I could be sure of one thing; I would not die because I was feeling this way. I lay down and started to remember Mom, and the tears started to fall heavily. I thought about my fiancé and without realizing it, I began to compare him to Gabriel. An illogical comparison, of course. Julio and I were happy, we never fought. He was the synonym of friendship, kindness, understanding, human warmth... Gabriel, on the other hand, was coarse, pretentious, arrogant, had eyes of an incomparable green, beautiful skin... I stopped. What was I doing? I punched the pillow. Why did I have to think about him all the time? After all, he was a stranger... Suddenly I remembered our conversation and was intrigued... Why did that question move him so much? Could it be that he had not yet come to terms with being there? How long could it be that he had arrived there?
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