“Don't look for me, don't call me… Goodbye, Ismail. I whispered, it was never so difficult to put that point and end”

Enough of commas, enough of ellipses or going back to the same page turned to ashes as we thought, inside so alive that it stirred the soul. Outside, away from the unaffordable haze and luxuries everywhere, I welcomed the cool New York City air.

Freedom.

Nothing more than the pressure installed in my chest did not undo it, not even the light from outside. The dagger stuck in the depths, sank another centimeter, due to the encounter. Seeing him again bled me, cut me into little pieces. It was no use pretending to be strong, believing myself to be an oak tree if with a snap of his fingers I collapsed, he took my life in a heartbeat.

Aware of the irregular situation, I took my phone finding on the screen on, a lot of missed calls and numerous messages from Kelly and Aaron.

Aaron: Where are you, Marianne? I'm worried. I'll stay with Isaac.

Fuck.

Kelly: Can you tell where t