IncomprehensibleI wake up next to a warm, muscular body. I shake off the sheets and blink, perplexed, looking at myself near him. I woke up in bed next to Silvain, he is still sleeping like a baby after the painful night he spent. I feel his face, secretive, he has a slight fever, dark lines are drawn under his eyes and he remains abandoned by his natural complexion.Common colds can last up to four days, improving over that period of time. I let him rest and head to the kitchen, in the area I wonder what has become of Zinnia who is conspicuous by her absence and taking into account the time, of Genesis who is not there.I prepare a chicken broth, that alleviates the discomfort, a little is always good for the patient. I let it boil, while I go get my backpack and in the bathroom of the room I usually occupy, I can clean myself, brush my teeth and take a shower. I have left everything on a low heat, so I have time to take a short shower and return to the kitchen without witnessing an

IndecipherableSilvain had a cold, the doctor who came to the mansion with Gaspard told us. He prescribed some more effective medications, advised him to stay in bed, and on Sunday if he followed the health specialist's instructions, he would be as good as new.Don't worry, I was able to go home knowing that Lebrun would stay with him tonight. Silvain's words continue to hammer my head, like a scroll that opened from that moment and I cannot close.I was Cristian once, but not anymore. I learned to be perfect, under that gaze... breaking into pieces. I will not be a loser again, losers have no place in this world.From the various paintings, portraits, a phone call outside the cabin, knowing about that Cristian is the biggest unknown. Some things are broken down, but the existence of a Cristian surpasses everything.How many questions, few answers. No, I don't have a single hit actually. I collect doubts, vague conjectures that continue to waver between certainty and discard, never in

ControllerThe grip on my stomach causes a horrendous cheer, the height is eminent, not as colossal as these spiky nerves. And if I look at my side, I have Silvain's intense gaze, we are going at the same pace, although I would like to slow down the pace so as not to have it like that.The first time we enter the automobile company my heart tightens, it gets uncomfortable in its place and wants to leave in a hurry. I have everyone's curious gaze on me, I don't know if it's because I'm new or because I'm accompanied by the owner of all that, in any case my system collapses in a nervous breakdown.Unknown faces immediately cross our paths, he blurting out dismissive greetings and demands everywhere, he doesn't introduce me to anyone. He just says follow him, I do. We head to an elevator. I am at his side on the ascent, a cloned silence reverberates and, convolutes my head, I feel different whenever I am captured by his caress, his perfume is like an abrasive touch, rubbing my skin and m

"Gerrit, stop it, you'll make me burn..." He is hugging her from behind.I clear my throat, they both turn around and look at me surprised. The boy walks away from Mila and comes to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek.“Shame on you, Aryanna. How are you?”“Don't worry, fine.”“Ami, in a while we will start getting ready. Gerrit, pass me the salt, please.” —she tells her boyfriend.I take a seat on a stool. I see them both moving around in the kitchen.“That's what I wanted to talk to you about, I can't go, I have to accompany Silvain to a gala.”She opens her eyes wide, speechless, stops what she is doing and approaches me.“Because? It's not fair, did he tell you today, out of the blue?” —Puts a face, pouts.Sigh."It's just that from one minute to the next the girl I would go with won't be able to, she asked me for a favor," I explain, omitting the incident from the document.“Sure, and you didn't want to say no, I thought you'd want to go out with us.” —makes little eyes.“It's not tha

After a while Gaspard and the guy investor arrive, I have stopped thinking about nonsense; They greet us and sit down. People chat at the same time, so much so that it becomes difficult to understand what Lebrun, the man whose name I now know, Louis, and Silvain are talking about.The Frenchman in front keeps looking at me, so deep that I have to look away from those scrutinizing orbs. I put my hands on my legs and play, absorbed in the link; I feel out of place. I think that it was not obligatory to come with a companion, since neither his friend nor the other one brought a woman, but Silvain made me think otherwise; There was no need for me to come with him then.“How is everything?” We talked a while ago, but I don't even remember that anymore.“Well, Louis, the company's successful path is incredible, it has gone on an increase that baffles anyone.” —He acts so presumptuous, but I don't object to that, but rather to my thoughts that sink in their own sea, and I am now just one mor