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

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 This has been replaced by a cowardice, dry and sharp, like wood breaking, or the blow of a whip leaving deep bruises.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

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

“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

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