Twenty-fifth

Linna hated moments like that. Reason? She doesn't know what to say. What would you say after yet another statement? This time as explicit as that one? It becomes harder and harder to tame her own feelings, in fact they were never tamed. They were lurking there. Being forced by her mind to stay in that little corner of punishment and never leave. But then when would she live? She was never loved, romantically speaking, by anyone. No man had ever proved fit enough for that all-important position. She was independent now, what was stopping her? More than ever she needed to live. Because the day of your death may be getting closer and closer.

- I like you. - she whispered, and felt ashamed at the same time. - I know it's not what you want to hear yet, it's not an I love you, but I feel attached to you. Our coexistence here in your house is difficult for me, because we are so close and yet so far apart. You in the living room and me in the bedroom, each one with his own life. At first it