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Disappointing. That's all I have to say about the coffee Angelic makes a point of drinking every day. Almond milk and mint? I didn't expect it to be good, but I couldn't imagine how bad it would be.I leave the two cups of coffee on the side table next to the bed. Tastes are indisputable, after all. I look at the bathroom door and wait for Angelic to finish his shower. It wasn't exactly easy to get into his room, but since the security in this house was supposed to be presidential level, it wasn't difficult.There's music in the bathroom, and it makes me sure that Angelic is one of those girls who dances while they shower. From time to time, she sings an excerpt from the song, and I must say that singing is not one of her gifts.I look around me. I kept a perfect memory of every detail, and that's the evil of a photographic mind. Do you remember everything. Good things. The bad things. All.A few minutes later, the music stops and the bathroom door opens. Angelique comes out wrapped i

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Her blue eyes reflect the light emanating from the open windows. Her hair is damp, stuck to the sides of her face. The dress is open to the valley between her breasts. She looks so determined, but so vulnerable at the same time. Angelic is not a tall woman, however, her posture makes her look taller. Maybe for the first time I see it in real size.- What are you doing here? - asks calmly.- A work.- In my room?I raise an eyebrow. Touched, my dear.Angelique goes to her dressing table. She removes the towel that wraps her hair and begins to comb it. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, refusing to look at me as she runs the brush through her hair, rather aggressively I would say.Is she mad that I... left?- You disappeared for over a month and left me with a billion questions.- I will answer all of them - I guarantee.During my absence, I thought of her. Not romantically or melancholy, but just thinking. A personality so similar to mine is not found in just any corner. And n

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- Nope. The money continues to flow into his bank account every month.- So you abandoned me - she smiled, ironically - I mean, a third attack could have happened, and my hero wasn't there.I smile. Even from an ocean away, I remembered your little games. Almost two months did not change his bad mood.Oh yes. That's why I wanted to go back.“Coffee is getting cold,” I say.- You want to know ? I give up trying to understand you or know you.I hear footsteps outside my room, and I know I should leave. I almost feel like a teenager running away from a girl's house before her dad finds out she's no longer a virgin. In fact, I wonder if Angelic allowed himself to go through something like this before me, and honestly, I hope not.- Go to the Bronx tonight - I ask.Angelique looks at me in disbelief through the reflection in the mirror. I left, then just reappeared, and she thinks I owe her some satisfaction for that. Even though she hates my instability, that's exactly what attracts her.

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ANGELIC...When I left home this morning, I was determined not to go to the Bronx. Who does he think he is, breaking into my house and dictating orders? What does he think I am, obedient as a puppy?Every time he's around me, dictating orders he shouldn't, acting like he has what he doesn't have, I feel intoxicated, squeezed into a space that only suits him. him.I took a long walk before college to force my mind to focus on my own life. I've survived over a month away from him, and I wouldn't allow myself to panic just because I know he's back.After lunch I went to church. Father Bee was practicing with the choir. I spent most of the afternoon there, trying to control my eyes, which finally glanced at the clock on the wall. I took the opportunity to confess.When the sun went down, I realized that I had been apprehensive all day. My heart was beating too fast. After eight o'clock, I looked at the clock, hoping that the hours would pass, that it would pass two in the morning, and tha

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ANGELIC...Today, Margot's driver was fired. That doesn't surprise me, since Elliot's campaign is taking all of the family's money. What surprises me is that she didn't panic. I remember one day, five years ago, when Margot wanted to trade in her car simply because she had found one of the most beautiful color. Elliot refused and she panicked, filed for divorce and was away from home for twenty days. Of course, he chased her like a puppy and bought that damn car.I once nursed the Donneli family. It was my mother's last name, and I wanted it taken care of. Now I know everything that was good about that last name died with it.I get in the car, throw my coat and my cell phone on the passenger seat and drive out of the mansion. Marcos is at Margot's today. Of course, it's better for me to leave with no security than the first lady. My head is still pounding after last night, but I refuse to believe the memories. I barely recognize the attitudes I had, like a cheap whore. I remember ever

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THE WHITE...Once I met a man in a bar in the Dutch countryside. He had lost his left eye in a fight with another man. I remember thinking how brave he was. Not for fighting, but for fighting until he lost his eye. To not recognize the limits. To not back down.Now I see Angelic coming down the stairs, looking around the first floor of the warehouse. I descend right behind her, absorbing her movements. She's as brave as the man I met at the bar, and she's half his height and weight. She's not afraid to come see me whenever she wants, wherever she is. She doesn't see the limits either.And so I have to think. What differentiates stupidity from courage? How unreasonable has Angelic, or the man at the bar, been?The answer is simple. Brave people don't think too much.- I'll take you home - I announce.She turns to me. Her expression is serious because she doesn't like being ordered around. However, his eyes do not meet mine. She avoids looking at me because every time she does, her chee

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- And may God forgive us our sins - thus Father Bee ends the prayer.The children's choir begins to sing soon after. Today is Sunday, which means everyone in the compound comes to church. I am sitting on one of the last benches in the temple, which allows me to be alone.I close my eyes for a second as I follow the music. Being here is one of the only light things in the last few days. Everything was so intense and complicated.And speaking of intense and complicated...I feel when he sits next to me. He's not close enough to touch me, but I can smell the cool shower and the cologne. His shoe is touching my heel, and if it was anyone else, I'd swear it was a light touch. Yet with him, I know that even the position of his feet is calculated.I don't open my eyes, however, I can imagine him next to me. I don't breathe my own air. I breathe it. I feel it on my skin, because his eyes on me are enough to touch me.The choir's first song ends, and the children soon begin to sing another. I'

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The sides of our bodies are glued together. I know I shouldn't. Detective Pierce alerted me to LeBlanc less than two hours ago. However, why is evil so good?LeBlanc's hand casually rests on the bare part of my leg where the fabric of the dress ends. I catch my breath instantly, looking sideways, partly afraid of being caught, partly drawn to the irreverence.A tingle starts on my skin and creeps all over my body to my toes. It annoys me, because his touch is subtle, almost imperceptible. I shouldn't be so sensitive to the man who didn't even tell me his first name. It proves how right the detective is about me.Leblanc leans in, bringing his face closer. I try to let my breath expire, but it seems to fail when his breath hits the skin of my neck. I continue to stare straight ahead, fearing that my large eyes might betray our recklessness.- Nope. He's not your boyfriend - he whispers - He's not your future fiancé - his hand goes up to my thigh, squeezing until I'm sure his fingers wi

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I'm watching it for the first time. I'm irritated by your territoriality. When did our game become a conquest over the other? Did he think that by kissing me he was passing me off as his own name? Even Elliot wouldn't be such a jerk!I prepare to tell him that, but then the choir finishes singing. The church is absolutely silent as the children return the microphones and Father Abeille stands up. I swallow my words, and my pride, like they're thorns.LeBlanc's green eyes lock on mine, daring me to say what I want.- Children - whispers the priest - Let's say the last prayer. All standing.The whole church stands up, including me and the man next to me.- I'm going to get ready to confess - I'm warning.I prepare to exit on the right so I don't have to pass between LeBlanc and the front seat. However, I stop when I hear his voice, low and soft, say:- Need a priest?I'm freezing. Oh yeah, we've been here before. Him in the confessional, me on the other side, telling truths that wouldn'

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ANGELIC...I toss the full cup of coffee into the nearest trash can as I walk down the college hallway. Definitely the worst coffee I've ever had.It's funny to go back to my normal life and realize that nothing is really normal. Last summer, I walked down that same hallway, but I was a different person. Everything was different, and now... and now LeBlanc exists.I don't like him, however, I like the person I'm with him.My phone vibrates and I take it out of my bag. When I see that it's a call from Margot, I have a huge desire to reuse the call. But given Elliot's illness, the family's media fame, and the detective on our trail, I decide to answer.- Margot ?- Did you read the news this morning? - she growls, without even greeting me.I hear noises in the background, and it reminds me that Elliot's birthday is only a few days away. It wouldn't be Margot Donneli if he didn't throw a big party.- Not yet. What was it? - I ask.I leave the college building. I still have to wait for Sk

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