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The End (POV Hunter)
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My Foreign Husband 01
Rapunzel was my favorite fairy tale in childhood.Part of my stupid innocence believed that there was nothing more beautiful than waiting for years until true love was able to find me.On the long-awaited day, I would certainly be combing my hair in front of a mirror adorned with ivory, and when my prince reached me in the highest tower of a forgotten castle, his golden hair would shine with the purest gold color. He would save me from that incessant wait and, taking me in his arms with all the care with which a flower is harvested, he would gallop us on his white horse among the endless lawns and plains.The script was perfect, I just needed to find someone who could follow him my way.One fact is that Rapunzel was not ceased to be my favorite tale for having understood that there was nothing more sexist than demanding that a helpless girl wait for her savior, spending her time on female futilities. Much less for having waited for a stereotype that would never inhabit the real world.
My Foreign Husband 02
Seconds of a distressing infinity later, I heard the door sucking the air behind me while it was open and resounding the soft music of the bar for the silent night. I prepared to fight the torpedo in my voice.“ Why?” I asked, without raising my head. My tears bathed much of the fabric on my legs, and I had no disposition to give them the freedom to run through my baby blue suit.An impatient sound resonated on my back.“Are you really so pathetic?” replied Dean, so sharply that I jumped over the icy concrete. “I'm tired of hearing you chatter about the crappy job you shouldn't even have. Come on, Suzy! Do you know how many people would kill each other to get to where you arrived? And besides, how did you get anywhere with an IQ so lower than an animal? I said several times that I would never fit into your stupid little plans. I don't want to and I won't marry a frigid and dumb woman, deal with it.”I didn't know how to deal. I didn't know what to say. I just closed my eyes and let my
My Foreign Husband 03
Stopped obediently behind the red line, I face the yellow stripe a little in front of my feet, and I breathe slowly, ignoring the dangerous and shiny tracks below where I am. Even without knowing where to go, I remain standing on the empty platform of the subway station, knowing that coming home alone will yield me nothing but more tears and inconformation. I need time, and I need to forget tonight, relieve the tension with a passage to any other place.The big screen marks midnight and a half. It's only five minutes until the last subway appears, and there is no one but me, just under ten people squeezing themselves in their heavy coats, a police officer, a cleaner, and the attendant at the user call center.All this quietness leaves me on alert, as if none of this was right. I squeeze my overcoat around me, snuggling in the delicate and warm fabric. My tears still do me the favor of moistening the bar of my clothing, bothering the dots they touch on my skin. The inopportune by my ow
My Foreign Husband 04
Steps mix with so many others, and the metal staircase creaks through the hasty race of the one I assume to be the armed man.“Bring this mother fucker here.” A crawling sound approaches dangerously where I am. I cover my lips with one hand and hold my breath, praying that the advertising panels that reflect the entire surroundings of the station do not put me in focus. “Did you think you could escape from me, bastard?”A dusty, mean and unpleasant laugh reverberates in my bones, and I finally gain the courage to look at the reflection on the panels on the other side. A bald man with an imposing leather jacket leans over a shady body on the floor. Two other men remain on their backs, each looking to one side. One of them even approaches the yellow band, but doesn't bother to look down. Almost sigh relieved, however, when the body stretched on the ground moans and moves, the anguish dominates me again.“I thought you knew where you were getting into, Hunter. You can only stop working f
My Foreign Husband 05
My eyes threaten to jump out of orbits, so growing is my astonishment.“How can you still be alive?” I question, strange how my voice sounds higher than usual. “And why the hell can this infernal night only get even worse?”A frantic activity begins on my back. Desperate passengers who unite to evaluate the dead policeman, security guards of the station itself who appear from the side doors as if all that time they were waiting for a triumphal entrance, and those who ignore the floor decorated with a generous trail of blood and untie in a blind race, in order to escape from any future confusion and encountering more bodies. I don't blame them, running away is exactly what I should have done.My survival policy has always been very clear: If something terrible is happening, and it's not my problem, I shouldn't get involved. My mistake was to hesitate for fear that this could further harm my sudden state of shock. The man wounded at my feet is partly to blame for this fact.Speaking of
My Foreign Husband 06
The whistle of the winter wind whispers on my face, the touches as soft as the gentle caresses of a mother. Although refreshing, this does not ward off the fire on my tired legs and arms. My whole body throbs with pain."I can't take it anymore..." I complain softly, stumbling on my own feet. The man staggers and falls next to me, stalling on the ground like a rotten fruit. I try to feel sorry for your fall, but my muscles creak because of the effort and I don't allow myself to ignore pride. "You're too big, damn it!”Frustrated, I drag a lock of hair away from my face, and watch the stranger laugh with blood on his teeth and chin, as he crawls into a dark window that displays mannequin shadows wearing lingerie." Funny... "The unknown pulls the hair of brown locks with a lethargic movement of his hands, displaying in the moonlight each spine on his injured face. "You’re not the first woman to say that," he manages to throw a naughty smile.I bite my tongue, holding the urge to reply
My Foreign Husband 07
"That wasn't quite what I expected for a Friday night," Penelope grumbles, snorting with the effort to sustain the weight of the unknown man among us."It serves as a consolation" I gave a grunt in response to the strong snap on my shoulders, where the man's arm rests itself "I would have preferred to suffer from a sad episode of the House of the Dragon in the company of a generous jar of ice cream than to try to save the life of a stranger.”Pulling the mild air into my lungs with a difficult swallow, I face the illuminated facade of the hospital, reminding me that there was no longer a cold breeze involving us when Penelope parked the car close to the curb of the Lingerie store to save us, ten minutes ago.The man passed out with his head hanging softly to the side, however, remained cold and inert. My friend helped me put it in her car, and I couldn't be more grateful for not hearing any complaints from her about all the blood that soaked the man and his clothes. During the trip, I
My Foreign Husband 08
The receptionist looks away with a curious shyness and I lean over to completely see Penelope's face. Here is the purest face of my friend; the unwavering impulse to win the attention of those who conquer yours. Judging by the blush on the girl's cheeks behind the counter, I'm sure it's working.Penelope is not the kind of person who can describe herself as demanding. She lies with both men and women, having a greater preference for her own gender. All his art of conquest focuses on the depth of his black iris look and the beautiful smile he reserves only for those who draw his attention. In the middle of twenty-five years of age, she can already have a collection of hearts in need of her sympathy, and the list only increases."Subscribe here... "ask the receptionist with one hand over the visitor's book.Penelope doesn't look away from the girl until she gives me the pen and takes the patient form. I realize that instead of the real name, my friend used a pseudo and, without blinking
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