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This time I didn't give her any chance to speak again. I closed my notebook and walked away from it as if it were a living creature, throwing it on the bed and shrinking in the covers. I was in a small state of shock. And I tried to convince myself that it was just nonsense. Gypsies said what we wanted to hear. Surely she understood that my story with my ex was an unfinished subject and turned everything into a disaster game. Everything was fine. I just needed to distract my head and not think about men, letters and destiny.

But I couldn't stop thinking about Izabel's words. I couldn't stop visualizing the letters in my mind as I closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I could only think of that damn man and the dog on the deck, besides that bath of petals to be able to leave a man at my feet. The man who was coming to leave me in ruins and the friend who would come to lift me up again. I didn't know if I should believe Izabel's words one hundred percent. Not least because, even though I was