Far from the sunset“Thank you” I close the taxi door and head inside the club.I had to show my identification to the guard. As I go deeper, I already hear the cacophony, yes, those unpleasant, inharmonious sounds reverberate in my eardrums with ferocity. The music enters my torrent, but the emotion does not buckle. Without any fuss, I walk through the place full of lights blinking along with the vibration, swimming among the wave of people that cross my path. Alcohol and cigarettes come together in a cloud, I wrinkle my nose, I hate the smell. Every now and then the word "permission" comes from my lips; I rarely nudge, if there is no other way. These people so absorbed in debauchery, distanced from reality, fly and become too absorbed in the moment. That's why I don't want to join the pile.“Where are you Silvain?” I ask in a breath, it's difficult to find my boss's daffodil among so many people.I suppose, for some reason, that he is so prestigious, he must be in a VIP area, surely

When Silvain gets up, my vital organ beats furiously, it's adrenaline, nerves, I can't let him catch me snooping. I immediately go to the kitchen of his attic and wait for him, right where I have been after leaving his room.It appears, I see another image in front of me, it's another person. Head high and chin forward, exudes power, aggressiveness. I think I should have left a long time ago, before the guy who always wants to overwhelm came back: a Narcissus.His thick, grave and deep voice comes through, it is foreign to the solemn scene from a moment ago. Transmits ferocity."Why haven't you gone home?"“Silvain...”“I'm fine, why would I need your help?” he roars angrily.He has a poker face.It is as if by magic he has gotten rid of the effects of alcohol."I just thought you were in a bind, you should be grateful that I brought you home, if I allowed you to come in that state, who knows what would have happened," I face it, I don't have much courage right now, but I won't let hi

The FoolishnessRays of light invade the room, it's Friday, I don't take it well. Waking up aggravates the desolation, intercepts yesterday's night, a reminder that deteriorates my state. In the end I agreed with him, weak that I am, I hate myself for being stupid.I brush my teeth; I will see Silvain today, I don't know with what eyes, but I must face him. I rinse my mouth, then clean up. Hurry that I do not want to use, maybe time is running out and I hurry. Summer is almost starting and I decide to wear a summer dress. It is one that I have had for a few years, I have preserved it well, it has a special value because mom gave it to me as a gift.Mom... how I wish to have her with me, to tell her what I have experienced, to give me the right advice...Sigh.I must do something before leaving, the need comes to a head; The booklet opens, after the page dated that Saturday in March, I write today's date. And I vent, it has always been a relief to download on pages what attacks me.Fri

Liberation RoomI have plenty of time now that I'm done. I direct my steps to the bedroom and take a shower. Before entering the bathroom I check the phone, it's a message from Mila announcing her arrival home. Tired from last night's outing, she informs that she will sleep. I answer him and leave the device in the middle of the bed.A cold waterfall moves over my muscles, directing the direction above my dorsal. The sweat goes away, the fatigue lightens, even if it hasn't been a hard day. I return to the room, I regain consciousness, after a brief trip. I dress at the speed of light. Immediately afterwards, I leave and go in search of that which has left me with uncertainty. The effect is not reversed, I keep thinking about it, it doesn't stop spinning in my head. The sketch is still on the coffee table, there I have placed it, undecided whether or not to leave it in that place.Maybe Silvain will be angry with me, it was best to leave him where he was, maybe I've already cleaned. Th

Silent SeductionIn the short term, I don't have to do anything else. But the idiot Silvain is keeping me until it's time for me to leave; It forces me to comply with the schedule. I'm fed up, I'm supposed to be able to leave now, even if my exit isn't yet, but seeing as I'm done and he doesn't give me another demand, he can allow me to leave."What the hell is wrong with him?"I stay in the room, try not to lose my patience, which is difficult. The hours go at the pace of a turtle, now that time is slow, I would like to tear myself off strand by strand. I snort. Roughly speaking, half an hour later I hear a double knock on the door; There's no need to think much about who it is, and I'm deliberately slow before opening it.Silvain, with his mask of coldness, examines me in silence.“Can I leave?”“No, I came to ask you to come eat, I ordered Chinese food” he says without much interest.“Thank you, but I'm not hungry”“I said come eat, Viscardi. Yes you are hungry, so stop lying” he e

Through Your EyesGiggles wake me up at night. Somewhat sleepily I blink under the darkness that spreads in the room. The moon that gives its dim lighting helps me locate myself, without having to turn on the lamp or the light in the room. Cautiously I walk outside, I am paralyzed when I see Mila kissing a man, and he looks familiar to me. They are in the hallway, I am a few steps away from the two of them."Naughty, I'm not alone, they're going to listen to us" she laughs again, wrapped around his neck.Maybe I should say something, I'm not sure..."Your friend must be sleeping at this time, beautiful" he says and that accent seems familiar to me.Before being seen I enter the room and return to bed, but it is uncomfortable to know what is happening, I am not supposed to know. I cover my face with a pillow and the everlasting dream finally catches me until I feel no more.The next day, a Saturday that arrives with departure plans, is not the same as the others. It happens that after

Mademoiselle ViscardiWe are in a cinema, located on Second Avenue, Twelfth Street in New York. Many people fill the room, we both wait for the screening of the movie we chose, it is a romantic comedy. While waiting, I put another handful of popcorn in my mouth, they are delicious, I can feel the deliciousness of the butter that coats each one; I take a sip of the soda. I tilt my head towards Mila. He's typing on his phone, smiling. I sigh in my place, I already want the advertising to end, damn it.Moments later, it started and focused attention on that gigantic screen. I laugh, I live, I feel good next to a screwed-up Mila who I find funnier than the movie. After finishing, we go to the ladies' room. My bladder begs to be emptied, warning of exploding if I don't hurry. I finish urinating and can breathe a sigh of relief, I zip up my jeans and leave. Mila, invites me to go to the bar, one that is nearby and is usually busy with the crowd after the movies. I'm not sure, but I know I h

“What are you saying? I don't understand, who sent that?” I need to know, as I look at the dark, elegant box finely wrapped with a scarlet bow. Even the knot exudes subtlety."Just accept it, please" he continues, and I know it wasn't his doing, no one would refuse to take the credit.“Why should I do it?” I cross my arms."It's rude, don't you think?" he raises one of his bushy eyebrows."Okay, thank you" I take it. I guess you brought Mila flowers, and she's not there.“Yes, I'm already aware, keep them, Aryanna, put them in a vase before they wither” he says and I also step aside."Come in, only if you want," he sighed. I don't want you to think I'm rude, do you want something to eat or drink?“No, I've already eaten, water would be nice” he adds. “And don't worry, I know I don't seem trustworthy to you”“It is not like this. Sure, just water?” I have already closed behind our backs.“Yeah”He stays in the living room, I go to the kitchen. Fortunately I find an empty vase and I put

Toxic Circle“Some time ago, during adolescence, he was diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder” he states, giving me the truth about my boss, what he is hiding.I shudder.The impact creaks in my bones, shoots my heart, is what I sensed when noticing his strange way of acting. In thread I remember so many of those moments when Silvain was that man feeling invincible and unique, acting indifferent and aberrant. Now everything makes more sense, the reason for his actions becomes clear, but it darkens the world I walk on. Nothing is good, every disorder is a huge problem and difficult to deal with.“I imagined it, this is something...” I can't find the right word.“Terrible, it's out of his hands and it has to do with his past, something I'm not going to delve into, it's not my business to tell you, he hasn't even told me everything, I'm sorry”“Forgive me, I have pressured you and I was not supposed to know this like this” I express sadly.“No, I feel like I should fill you in

Northern LightsThe only thing that is unmade in Silvain's room is the bed, for the first time I am there and I can't avoid studying; It is more spacious than her attic, the distinction and luxury predominate and I am left speechless. It is evident that his favorite color is gray, here there is no blue, but a white that accompanies it and black that exalts elegance, also that coldness penetrating deeply.The elements are imposed, highlighting the enormous bed with nightstands on the sides where glass lamps remain, a large unlit screen. It has a fireplace, a huge closet, a dream bathroom, I close the door; The curtains flap in the wind, and when I draw them I come across the glazed glass sliding doors that open onto a balcony. The height gives a beautiful panorama and the wind blows my hair; It's not like the one you can see from the terrace, but it catches you just the same.I hear noise in the room, that's why I suddenly return, there is no one, it was a trick in my head. I get to wo