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ANGELIC...Sometimes we need big bandages for big wounds. But sometimes all it takes is a long bath to heal the painful openings. I mean, honestly, when all that hot water slides down my body, it's like I'm purging myself.That's why I end the shower with some regret. I could spend all day in the box.I wrap a towel around my body. The smell around the bathroom became familiar to me. The smell is clearly masculine, but I don't mind smelling like him. In fact, when I'm alone in the middle of the night, I can feel him all around me, and I can almost convince myself he's next to me.I walk over to the misty mirror above the sink and stare at my reflection. I turn my head from side to side, studying the mark on my neck. Vicenzo's fingers dug into me. I feel bile rising in my throat, but I refuse to vomit again.I can't be disgusted with myself. It wasn't my fault.I constantly remember what happened in the hospital. I kissed Vicenzo, of my own free will. That bastard can say he touched me

THE WHITE...I like logical and rational explanations. I don't believe in attitudes coming from the soul or from the heart. This kind of shit just doesn't make sense to me. That said, I would like to understand what is happening to me.What is this feeling that I break down when Angelic is next to me? As if I were full, overflowing, then collapsing.A weakness?A medical photo?I close my eyes and let the shower wash that feeling down the drain as I shower. I try to get rid of her smell, the feel of her skin, the sight of her smile. Anything that makes me weak. However, it was a difficult task. Angelic has my perfume, my quirks and my clothes. She has become a part of me. I see myself in it, so much so that I feel it even when I am alone.I turn off the shower and grab the towel that's wet from Angelic's shower. I use it anyway because I'm determined to have a peaceful day. When I walk in front of the mirror, I make a point not to look at the reflection. I don't want to feel like I'm

THE WHITE...The city of Venice, Italy is known for its canals. Tourists love to take a boat ride in the middle of the city. However, a curiosity about Venice is that it is literally in danger of sinking. Your greatest asset will be your downfall. I could despise irony if I didn't adore him.Whenever I'm in Venice, I make it a point to visit the Bellagio, a chain of casinos that has spread like weed across the world. Not that I have anything against casinos. They are just luxury buildings where rich men take money from other rich men. Reminds me of the Catholic Church.I park the Ferrari in front of the building. It's the car I like to drive in Italy, because this country is the birthplace of the brand. Although, I must admit, I prefer the comfort of a Bentley.The first rule regarding casinos is to be a communicative person. Nobody makes good games if they don't have good conversations. The second rule is to be in good company, and if the daughter of the President of the United State

ANGELIC...When we got off the helicopter, the entrance doors to the house were already open. LeBlanc carries me in his arms, because I fell asleep at some point on the trip. This is explainable, as we took a short drive and then simply traveled to an island. He told me something about being a private person, but I couldn't imagine how much.I still feel half my brain asleep, so I don't even flinch at being held. I'm tired of tonight. In fact, in addition to being tired, I am resentful.I do my best to capture the details of the house. It appears to be an old building, with details reminiscent of castles. This suits LeBlanc as he appears to have king syndrome.'You live on an island,' I say. My words sound drunk with sleep."I don't like neighbors," he argues, making me smile.- Sounds arrogant.- Looks? – He looks at me – Make no mistake, I am.I snuggle into his chest as he heads upstairs. The place is so silent that it seems to be beyond the world. It looks like a bubble, where onl

LEBLANC...Technology always amazes me. The way the world evolves, even if people don't follow the same path. And with that said, I'd like to point out one technology in particular: the Ferris wheel.Yes, the ferris wheel. Let's talk about her then.A large hoop of reinforced iron, with booths hanging from it, revolving endlessly to the right. Fast enough to entertain people, slow enough not to make you queasy. Simply fascinating, especially considering the colorful light show around.'I thought it was charming too,' Angelic says, interrupting my thoughts about George Ferris, the creator of the Ferris wheel.- What? I ask.- The ferris wheel. I was fascinated by her as a child.I look at Angelic, who is in front of me. I can visualize her child version, maybe with a bow in her hair. I can almost see her, tiny, staring at the ferris wheel, marveling at everything the curious eyes of a normal child can reach.However, on the other hand, I don't think she can have the same vision of me.