Never

Hello, Readers!

Today I wrote a small text. Fernanda Sörensen inspired a lot of it; it’s part of my stories.

Never.

I took my jacket, closed the door with my key and crossed the large and thin corridor. She was two steps in front of me with a strange breathing, like wanting to avoid what was about to happen. For the first time I felt that my curiosity of knowing what was in her mind was absent. I did not even want to know what was going on in my own mind.

We went down to the first floor and walked through the avenue I live in. No one said anything, giving no importance to the thirty celsius degrees.

Ten o’clock at night. I looked into her eyes and told her what I had to say. She had changed her mind for the worse. Her selfishness, her lies and her hypocrisy destroyed what I felt for her. Worse, she had developed a way for me to self destruction. I finished my words with a cold good bye and crossed the street. I don’t remember anything else.

I woke up in a bed, days later. She learnt what happened but didn’t return. I never saw her. I will never run to her and I will never run to anyone else.

Never.

Regards!