"I can't stay here, Diana," said Flynn, finally turning his eyes away from the bed to the floor. He thought he was more interested in watching the shards under his shoes. "There's someone waiting for me at home. You know very well that I can no longer give up my life to be with you. I've warned you more than once that we can't continue with this friendship. That's not healthy for you. I really tried to be just your friend. I really tried to be there to make things less complicated. But now I see that it's no use, Dani. You want more than my friendship, and I made it clear to you that our story ended long before our wedding.”" Don't tell me it's that girl again," she grunted, raising her head to face her ex-husband. "F Flynn, when are you going to get tired of ruining the lives of girls like that? When are you going to stop acting like a savior, to, in the end, abandon all of them with a broken heart? Why do you insist on wanting to take people to your world, just to be able to push t

I was not moved, but I imagined that it would be difficult to deal with the loss of someone when it was caused by a very close person. On the one hand, I really understood Diana's outbreak. On the other hand, I was still determined to take her out of our lives. Just for that, even though I knew Flynn was clearly suspecting that I was hiding in that closet, I kept quiet and watching them both. Some time passed and Flynn lay down on the bed next to Diana, caressing her hair while she was still crying against him. My eyes were already burning with fatigue when she finally stopped crying and her body relaxed against the bed.Flynn waited until she was breathing slowly, so she crawled very slowly out of bed, like a mother trying to prevent her newborn from waking up. With a certain difficulty, he managed to dodge the arm and leg that Diana kept on him, and stood up. Then he took his cell phone to check the time and sighed, before leaving the room and keeping the door open. Knowing or not t

I didn't always remember which version of a sad story I invented for people. Lany knew the same as Beatrice, by the way. The story that I had left home because I had controlling parents and that even from afar they kept sending me messages to ask for money. Of course it was a lie. And of course I didn't always remember to support the same version more than once."Well, if it's any consolation... "I gestured with my shoulders, keeping my hands in my coat pockets. "I still have a job, but it's not enough for my accounts.”"I would even tell you to get out of there, but I understand that it's hard for us like us to get something else," Lany said in a sad tone. "People insist on saying that slavery is over, but don't they really get real? The difference is that now even whites are being enslaved. That will never change. And for black people, like us, the situation seems to only get worse. Did you hear about the kid who died because of police officers this morning, Tas?”My face of astonish

The woman who was sitting on the couch of Beatrice's house that night next to a Flynn Ashton who smiled happily, did not even look the same as thirty minutes before she had been convincing a man to commit murder. Because that woman was smiling and felt truly grateful to have people with whom she could celebrate one of the most important festive seasons of life, even though these same people were so oblivious to the fact that that woman did not have much zeal for the lives of others.I was celebrating Christmas Eve with my friends, since I couldn't count on the expectation that my sister would call me to be with her, and, in fact, I didn't even worry about sending a message wishing me happy holidays, since I doubted that she would at least receive the message, considering that I was still blocked. And since Flynn also said he would have to go alone in his big mansion, since his father was still traveling, I invited him to be with me that night. But as soon as the company of Beatrice's

"Forgive my delay," said Izabel, hurrying with a platter of passion fruit mousse in her hands and two bags in her arms. She leaned over to kiss her daughter on the face and turned to me. "Hi, Tasha, my beautiful. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.”"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Iza," I replied, mirroring the smile she gave me."And you, who is it? "She asked curiously.Flynn got up from the hug he gave me and stretched out a hand in the direction of the plump woman."I'm Flynn," he said. " Tasha's boyfriend.”My heart suddenly inflated."Nice to meet you," she said, holding his hand briefly. Although she still smiled, Izabel frowned lightly as she stared at Flynn. "Do you feel good?”I turned around in the chair to look. Flynn frowned and also looked at me, making an expression of those who find someone else's question amusingly strange. Beatrice, who watched the scene while moving a spoon in a jar of juice, narrowed her eyes slightly towards her mother."I am, of course," said Flynn, s