It looks like chaos, doesn't it? I know, it sounds ridiculous and interesting at the same time.Well, chaos.My image in front of the mirror that morning was nothing like what I was. Or what I suppose I disdain to be "me." My black hair was neatly tied up at the top, in the middle of my head, falling in a wavy sea down my back, along with the rest of it loosely covering my back. If my face had an ounce of makeup on, it was barely noticeable, nothing more than lip gloss and super tinted mascara. My clothes, a set of black plasticized fabric; pants and a high-neck, sleeveless blouse. Don't worry about the cold, I was wearing a long coat that matched the mob black as well as my high boots.I woke up with my belly as cold as the winter that set every corner of the Capital on fire. Every meeting of cars full of soldiers, weapons... of power, scared me more than I had felt my entire life. It was like that because I was always in the middle of it, but never "inside", never carrying alongs

The smell of smoke fills my nostrils when a strong buzzing sounds in my head, I open my eyes slowly, blinking a few times to actually wake up. I know about the accident, or the purpose, and that's why I observe everything before getting up. The car looks completely damaged, focusing more on the driver's door, where a car hit everything...Ivan...I get up quickly, being hit by a sharp pain in my right shoulder and ribs. I groan, looking at my shoulder and easily noticing the location of the shot; and the bullet. I bring my fingers to touch the wound and it burns, making me flinch immediately. Trying to ignore the pain, I pull myself up onto the back seats. I look back and the cars in the background are on fire. The street isolated from any human air.I turn to the driver's seat.— Ivan. — I call the unconscious man in the front seat. — Ivan!Ivan's forehead is bleeding. Fastened to the belt, his body is firmly on the bench, but very unconscious. I don't want to imagine the worst,

Scott's word hissed a thousand times in my head before I actually got up from the hallway floor and walked out of there. I had seen too many things and I didn't want to have to see this happen to me.In the room, I took a deep breath, running my hand through my hair and walking around the room in order to visualize what exactly my father wants to do so that I can bring Kaanadan and Gabriel together in one spot. Every thought makes me anxious, and that's why, when I return to real life, I'm lowered into the vase, releasing only water into it.Shit...I sit down next to the toilet and flush, closing the lid and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel cold, I'm probably pale. I take a deep breath to calm down, bring back regular breathing and a normal temperature, but everything gets worse when there's a knock on the door.What the hell!— Lady Celeste?I hear footsteps coming in and I huff, rushing to get up. I walk to the sink and run my wet hand over my face, quickly dr

I was in total despair. Kaanadan alive. An absurd plan. Bombs. War. Gabriel... All of this seems like it's going to drive me crazy.— Celeste! Are you listening to me? — Celina shouts into the communicator, making me come to my senses. — Celeste!- Hey! I am! — I say finally.I look to the side and Matteo is already standing, looking for something around the room. Maybe he already realized that this is an office. Just as you may have noticed that it belongs to my father.— Scott was hit! — Celina says desperately. — I don't know what to do... he... he won't wake up!—Try to get out of there. Try to take him... uh... I'll see what I can do.I take the key out of my inner pocket and walk to the door, unlock it and open it; Matteo immediately appears next to me, throwing me back and closing the door.— Are you crazy? —Screams. — What if there is someone here?I then realize that he still doesn't understand anything I said to Celina. Of course, everything was in Portuguese. Steady

The sun enters the room like an insistent alarm clock waking me up. I move on the bed and when I notice it is empty, I sit down, scratching my completely messy hair. I have no idea what time it is, so I look for a clock on the tables in the room, noticing one in particular above the door.8:20 am.I wrap myself in the beige brown sheet, covering my completely naked body, I drag myself to the end of the bed and get up, heading towards the bathroom and noticing there, Kaanadan in front of the mirror, cutting his hair at the height normally known to me, with a pocket knife.I lean against the doorframe and look at him. Kaanadan is just wrapped from the hips down with a gray towel, his dry body announcing that he hasn't yet entered the bath, and as soon as he cuts the front part of his caramelized hair, he throws it back, falling in choppy waves. His eyes meet me in the mirror. I smile, approaching you.— Good morning... — I say and he leaves the knife in the sink, closing his arm aro