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I put my head on my knees, looking confused at Hunter."You're not trying to convince me that you intend to go back to the place where people who want to kill you come from... Are you?”"I can't find the help I need if I expect the rulers of your country to realize that something is not right, Suzy. "I try to speak, but he shakes his head, dispensing with what he clearly already knows I intend to say. "Or, as you said yourself, let other children go through the same as me, having only your influence to achieve something.”"Isn't that enough? “Ofego.He denies it.“No, Suzy. It will be enough to continue with my plan. Of course, not being dead, when I should, can cause me some problems, but I can do this.”"You can't, no. “I'm a stab. "Hunter, I've already said that I can get in touch with important people. You saw it yourself tonight.”"What I could see being with you is that I am accepted and welcome, but that not all the money in the world can change the individualism of those who c
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I feel nauseous thinking about agreeing with that. Let him gradually tell me a decision that doesn't just involve his future, but mine. Because if he dies in a foreign country, my money can do nothing more than buy a beautiful coffin. But if your freedom means living martyring yourself for what you could have done, then it will be another guilt that I will have to bear for the rest of my life."I just hope that this family that awaits us is not as stupid as you "I grumble, sniffling. I prefer to believe that the cold congested my nose, and not that the repressed tears are so obvious in my voice.There is still a fragility obscuring Hunter's green eyes, and a kind of tension shrinking his large body. But even so, he gets up and pulls me by the hand, pretending to be fine. It's scary to know him so well that you sense a lie."There's no one like me in this world, dear. I'm a limited edition, I already said.”I roll my eyes, opening a smile that costs me every effort.I let him guide me
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When the first days of spring begin to ward off the cold of February, and greets us with a rainy March, I find myself in my Psychiatrist's room.My tears flow hot and suffocating, tracing a salty trail on my cheeks. I look up at the doctor in front of me, sitting in a comfortable brown leather armchair, whose attention lasts in every little wrinkle that writhes on my face taken by perpetual sadness. She has a soft, complacent countenance, although we both know that if I wasn't paying for her to listen to my problems, we wouldn't be facing each other for the time I didn't do more than talk about what, most of the time, I prefer to forget, and cry."Use these" she says, pushing a box of clean handkerchiefs through the square low table between us. In the right corner, a vase ornamented with floral designs houses a small withered daisy, and its whitish and droopy petals caress my fingers when I stretch to pick up the container. "Don't worry about letting your feelings free up, Suzy. Don't
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"Don't tell me I should learn from the past," I contradict, moving the handkerchief away. My image must be depressing, considering the pious look that suddenly takes over the features of the young doctor. "I'm simply asking for stronger medicines.”She always authorized me to use medicines to sleep, calm me down, and keep as happy thoughts as possible, but she never considered the use of excessive medication. It's very clear how desperate I am."And I'm saying that you don't need any addiction to deal with another problem" she insists. “Admit it, Suzy. Say out loud what you're hiding. Take the risk that people close to you may stop believing in the image you have pretended to have over the years. Free yourself from your ghosts, and they will never be able to haunt you again.”I shake my head, refusing the mere hypothesis of agreeing with this folly. She is the doctor, a part of me tries to warn me, but I'm still stuck with the idea that she doesn't know that the words that confess my
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"What did you say, ma'am?”Reacting to the impulse that only a panic attack can give us, I push the man who holds me so tightly that the reverse reaction makes me stagger, hitting my heel on the step above, and I almost don't fall on my back.He lets me go, and I arch in search of air, feeling my lungs so tight that I take a hand to my chest. I am all the time aware of the burning that spreads under the leather boot that does not cushion the blow to my foot at all, but I do not show my pain. The man curses while regaining his balance, expressing a stunned reaction, and cautiously moves away, as if I were an angry animal.I don't judge him for thinking this way. Because I just had a sudden, and brief, worse crisis.“Suzy! What's up with you?”I see Hunter supporting the stranger between us, holding him by one of his arms to prevent him from collapses on the adjacent steps, but without ever ceasing to see him as a threat. It is a relief to realize that the shadows cast by my hallucinati
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“Suzy! "Call Hunter, pulling my arm. When I turn around, I notice that he is not as wet as I am, but his hair starts to drip on his shoulders as he puts himself in front of me. He at least has the compassion to seem impassive in the face of my vulnerability. I would hate to see him with pity for me. “I know you’re scared, Suzy. I think you've been very stressed with your work. And believe me, it's not wrong to be afraid. I'm so afraid that I dream of all of them, even when I'm awake. But don't be alone... Don't get hurt.”Maybe I'm so tired, exhausted, broken, that I don't mind trying to lie anymore.“I killed him.”Hunter's lips contract.“Who?”"Jonathan" I cover the name, feeling my tongue tingle. "I killed Jonathan Maxwell for being a coward. For wanting to run away from a problem that I had no idea how to fix. And I could have helped him. I could have prevented him from... falling... I could do something, Hunter "a hiccup interrupts me, and my eyes get soaked again. "But they nev
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There are rare occasions when I leave the comfort of my room in the middle of working hours.With the exception of going to the meeting rooms on the same floor as my executive director's room, I have everything I need not to leave my office; including two adjacent rooms that open to a private bathroom and a rest room where I can both have my meals quietly, and rest on one of the spacious sofas that replace chairs - that's how, in the not too distant past.Besides, I have Natalie, whose function is to be my cell phone in human form. Always ready to find a way to fulfill my wishes.This afternoon is one of those that can be on my list of rare occasions. Considering that I am only at this moment checking the watch on my wrist as the elevator goes back up to my floor because I spent a whole hour in the cafeteria with Penelope.Even if I believe in the competence of the people who work for me, at least once a month, I dedicate myself to checking the quality of the food served to those in l
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"I hate leaving the house.”"That's why she's so stressed," he jokes."Shouldn't you be at your appointment? "I point to your leg under dark pants, willing to change the subject. "You will never recover if you continue to be reckless with your own health.”It is ironic to say this, since I do not worry the way I should about my own personal problems."You're the one who's late, dear," he pushes the chair forward and, as soon as it's close enough, spreads his hands on both sides of my hips, without really touching me. “The doctor released me earlier. So I decided that I didn't want to spend another day doing a beautiful and deep nothing, and that it could be a good idea to invite my wife to a lunch that didn't end with me even more bored than I normally do.”"But did I ruin everything? “I suggest, arching my eyebrow."Almost everything" your smile increases, and your hands carelessly crawl over the velvety fabric of the skirt that covers my legs. "After reading all the books you have a
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