“Mister? I'm not that old...” he frowns, there's fun.He looks different from Silvain, which makes me reluctant to meet him friends. How do they combine? He is different from him, I don't know if he is more friendly and relaxed, but he makes me nervous with his seductive performance. Are the French like that, inveterate in conquering? Except Silvain, who has only made himself look like a tyrant.“I'm sorry, I'm Silvain's servant. And my name is Aryanna Viscardi” I extend my hand to him, instead of shaking it, he leans in and leaves a kiss on the back of my hand.Self-conscious, I withdraw my hand and barely smile."Gaspard Lebrun, just call me Gaspard" he winks at me, my insides tremble. I won't take up any more of your time, I'm sure you'll be busy.“You're right, I have work to do, with permission” I turn around, about to walk the other way.“Wait” His voice stops my progress.I squeeze my eyelids.“Yeah?”"I'll be here for the day, if you don't mind" he says.“Of course not”“Yeah!

Sand ShelterSaturday, March 25, 2021.I still find it hard to believe that you've walked away, leaving me alone. What I do?Now I don't know what to do if you're not here. You, who have always been present, cease to be my today and tomorrow, you have gone into yesterday that becomes more distant every day.I don't smile at the day, and I cry at the night.And when I get up, I'm out of breath. There's dawn peeking through the window, but it's not enough. I need you, the emptiness burns, and only you are capable of calming the glare that hurts.They tell me I can start over, but I don't want to. I no longer see the light in these parts, a blackout stays with me, withered emotions, lines that go nowhere, and more photos on the wall that multiply memories.I can't find the way out, there are incurable wounds, no one can save me. I am a note that was broken before being bottled, now thrown into the sea it dissolved in the salt water.Without your colors, I am just an abstract, incomplete

At dawn, I move around in a strange bed, it takes me a few minutes to find myself in the guest room, at Mila's house. I was woken up by the phone alarm that I set to ring, now I hate the sound, it's annoying. I don't want to go to work, and I have to work. Although I don't know what awaits me, because I haven't taken my boss's calls. He will surely be like an ogre, and I don't think he will take pity on me, even if I tell him my reasons.I hurry, less than fifteen minutes later, I'm ready. After that, I go down to have breakfast. I find Mila preparing some sandwiches. I greet her, she responds animatedly. Always energetic. Place a slice, a slice of ham, yellow cheese, lettuce, tomato and cucumber slices. He adds some sauces and puts the other slice of bread on top. Press a little and with a knife cut it in half in a triangular shape. Now he places the two halves on a plate and offers it to me.“Thank you, Mila”“Eat, I hope you like it”She makes one, and then joins me in devouring it

Rotten applesHis expressive look is killing me, petulant. He has a certain way of seeing me that destroys the lack of courage in me. This has been replaced by a cowardice, dry and sharp, like wood breaking, or the blow of a whip leaving deep bruises. The situation is certain, getting out of it is a gigantic doubt. My throat has become dry and passing saliva hurts. I am struggling to hold his piercing eyes. And I surrender to the restlessness, massacring my weak self.“Aryanna Viscardi, do you finally deign to come? I hope you have a consistent and credible explanation for the missing days, we will talk in my office”“Good morning boss. First, I apologize for everything, and second, yes, I have my reasons. I will explain everything to you” I babble out of breath.He doesn't say anything else. I follow him, up the stairs, straight to his office. Everything is worse behind closed doors, with him silent, because I have a feeling that his silence will turn into a roar. He will hit me with

“Who's there?”"Open the door, it's me, Genesis" She informs and I get up and open it.“I...”“Don't explain to me, I already know everything” Come in and I'm ashamed.“All?”"You are very angry about everything that happened this week, please understand" she tells me.I blink in disbelief. Are you kidding? I will not understand, nor accept their violence as part of their difficult days. Focus your attention on my cheek.“No, he's a cretin, look what he's done to me”“Yes, I know, thank goodness it's not serious. I have an ointment for that”"Aren't you listening to me?" —I claim without measuring the tone, I am desperate and overwhelmed by injustice.“You need to calm down, Aryanna. you're alive, so don't exaggerate” he continues. I shake off his attempt to grab me by the shoulders.“Stop saving his behavior, it was indecent to offer me to have something with him in exchange for lightening my work here. I didn't miss it by choice, I just lost mom and he hasn't put a single second in

When I go to the living room, I call Mila. I let him know that I have had overtime, which is why I probably won't get home at the scheduled time. And I can tell you that I will let you know as soon as I am free. When she starts bombarding me with questions, which I can't answer for now, I end the call, but not before saying goodbye, assuring that I will call her later.It's my departure time, but I have to clean the stupid living room again. Is Silvain blind? This looks good, everything looks in its place. It's just that he's looking to make my day miserable. I'm upset, and his annoyance doesn't make anything less extenuating. It makes everything worse, the day is heavy, it is an exploiter. Every thing he does convinces me that he is a disturbed being, no one behaves like that just because. Something really wrong happens in his head. Now I have to deal with an abnormal guy. He's a guy with mental problems, an aberrant idiot.As I dust off the imaginary dust, something I read about the

Mischievous EyesAn overly hurried Thursday shows how dawn announces the arrival of the morning with dazzling sun through the glass walls. I forgot to close the curtains, now the clarity shakes my delicate vision, until I manage to get used to the torture, after a while it is far from being so.I get ready, without wasting time, I must be punctual at the mansion. From there, I will leave with my tyrant boss to the "attic." I must admit that I am nervous about the idea, the change has manifested itself by his decision, I don't know if there are intentions behind it, okay? No I dont think so. At least there were more workers in the mansion. I don't know anything about that famous place where I will be stuck for the next few days. A fibrous layer of nerves settles in my chest, preventing me from breathing, I don't want to leave the room and follow the usual route.With no options, I leave the apartment. I usually go with Mila, when her schedule is flexible, but if she arrives before eigh

“Now that you know the place, I will tell you about your work. You'll start with the room, I want you to clean up the mess there, then we'll have lunch”“Together?” I do not hide the terror that the question exudes.“If you have some problem?”"A tremendous objection, boss" I think, but he looks at me in that way that I can't find a way to decline.“No. I'm going to start”I'm already on the move. And for the first time I am in a more intimate place, in Silvain. It's not very clear, but I take a step and the lights come on. The atmosphere is ostentatious, the colors of the decoration are gray and a cold blue tone, which is not intended to give light, but rather to accompany the grayish neutral. It is like contemplating in a painting, the storm on a raging sea that waves with impetus. Some burgundy red elements are present, and this does not make the room pleasant. Then there is the king bed in the center with pillows scattered, behind it is the padded headboard. At the foot of it, I v

The Narcissistic BossSaltimbucca Alla Romana...It smells delicious, I perceive the mixture of smells, my sense falls to its knees before the dish he makes. I advance to the kitchen, still without letting myself be seen, I see my boss... cooking? It is a scene that I did not expect to see today, or ever. I still can't get my foot firmly planted, so I walk with a limp, I take a seat on one of the stools, he turns around and I don't know how to look at him.“You're done?”“Yes, it wasn't much.I didn't... know... what you cook..." I make the comment doubtfully, he doesn't give a turn to his expression, he still doesn't even draw a grimace.“Well, you already know. I guess, you know what I'm doing”“You guess right, in fact it is one of my favorite dishes in Italy, Saltimbucca Alla Romana” I confess, it is strange that a more relaxed conversation flows between the two, although he has no intention of following it.He has already turned around, continuing what he did, and leaving me behin

Silvain leaves the kitchen, leaving an absence that has a contradictory effect on me. I don't know how to explain it, I don't want to, and I think about it.I finish doing things there, thoughtful. I put on my shoes in the room and adjust my backpack on my back.I'll go home, I should be happy, but I'm not. When I leave, Silvain waits for me and directs me to the exit.“Will I come tomorrow?” I ask him.“Yes, stick to the same schedule, goodbye” he says goodbye, it seems that he urgently needs my departure.I limp to the elevator and get in. Before the mirrored doors of the elevator close, I see him for the last time, an image that does not perish in my mind, but is etched in fire, compressing my lungs.I go to the apartment in a taxi, to my surprise Mila is in the living room. He directs his eyes to my strange walk, I explain to him that it was an accident at work. I also tell him that I was in Silvain's attic, since he assigned me the job there.“Oh really? let me see your foot" She