Chapter 4

The writer narrates

love is a mystery of which we are prisoners sandra was at home thinking about her life a week had passed since that kiss that revolutionized her life you were poetry, you were everything and at the same time nothing is strange to say this before talking about you it hurt now no I only feel relief it is crazy but in madness there is a desire that only the crazy person knows she was sitting in a chair the cool of the night reached her face between her fingers she had a cigarette waiting to be lit there are stars in the sky she wants to remember but his memory does not collaborate vague memories are in his mind but none of them makes sense he runs his tongue over his lips moisten them slowly the brush passes over that canvas a drawing an abandoned house a girl sitting on the wood sounds come to his mind his head hurts screams whispers torment the mind of sandra marta that name reaches sandra but it is not enough her mind wants more sandra got up leaving everything I take advantage of the fact that her father was not in her house t In days without talking to michele or max, much less Asthon with Axel had not spoken since the night they were chatting sandra had started to love Axel but it was not love it was not a he liked it was just a nonsensical I love you or perhaps a hidden meaning that sandra did not know how to decipher but that feeling was known when looking at herself in the mirror her reflection was different not a reflection of sadness as usual it was not peace what she felt at that moment sandra opened her closet and saw a flank dress with Sunflowers he put it on he combed his hair into a braid he took his cell phone and went out like almost every night the night was starry fresh the road was short he arrived at the park where he would meet Axel but he was already there his hair disheveled as always and his black sweatshirt.

Sandra narrates

Hello ... _

how are you beautiful_

well I think so _

I'm very happy beautiful _

I shorten the space between us, his gaze connected with mine and he kissed me with such passion, lust that lit a fire that I couldn't put out I knew I felt for Axel but I didn't want to accept it was too beautiful to be true but he was very important to we separated for lack of air but although we no longer touched our souls were united I hugged him so tightly his perfume was what he needed.

What's up beautiful, why are you crying? _

I'm sorry it's not for nothing _ drop my gaze

He took my face with care and made me look at his black eyes like the night but I couldn't answer something I didn't know ...

To be continue !