Maximiliano had always hated his father, even though he hadn't known him very well, and the memories he had about him were too vague to pay attention to; his mother had always told him that he had to forgive to heal, but it was impossible for him to forgive a man who had abandoned him to his fate. His grandfather had always hated the man his daughter had married, and that was why he had always thought of leaving him in misery, so that he could learn a lesson, but he had never been so cruel, and perhaps, the incapacity not being able to be really cruel, had been inherited by his grandson, who was looking at the floor in a lost way.Dylan was sleeping, his grandfather wasn't there, Amelia was in another room in that house, they didn't usually spend any time together, only when his grandfather was there, and he found himself observing absolute nothingness, immersing himself in memories, thoughts, emotions. He had cried three times, breaking down and then coming together again, not even a

Maximiliano sighed, almost in Amelia's face."I don't think it's best for you to yell at your mother, Amelia.""I wasn't going to yell at her," she lied, "It's just… infuriating, it's just that"."I know, but yelling at her won't make her cooperate with us.""And what will you do then?" When she wants to, it's a pain in the ass, if she says no, it's no, especially when it comes to her religion" Amelia sighed, the whole situation kept her in deep stress. "I don't know what we'll do, she... I don't think she'll accept, I'm so sorry...""I could tell my grandfather that your mother got sick and that she has to postpone the visit, and if he says he wants to come see her, we tell him that she has something contagious." Amelia looked at him silently. "You're right, he's not going to believe that story"."I said nothing"."But your eyes did, and you're right: he won't buy a story like that, with how obstinate he is, he'll want to come"."What can we do?""I have no idea, maybe try to convinc

The first image that Maximiliano encountered when he opened his eyes that morning was certainly unexpected.Amelia, with her eyes closed and her lips barely moving between almost inaudible snores, while her face remained only a few centimeters from his, so much so that he could see a small birthmark that the woman had under her eyebrow, he tried to decipher the shape of that brand, but it did not work, it did not have any shape, but it was beautiful.Maximiliano gasped when he realized how close their faces were, their lips, then he lowered his gaze, realizing that he was hugging her tightly, that he had his left leg on the body of the woman he was suffocating in a hug. "How the hell had that happened?" he wondered, slowly loosening his grip. She didn't remember doing any of that. He didn't remember holding her, much less remembered snuggling into the woman's neck, what the hell had happened while he slept?Maximiliano watched carefully how she stirred when he started to walk away, s

A month had passed since the visit of Amelia's mother to Maximiliano's house, and the grandfather had behaved "normally", although the occasional questions that wanted to set a trap for the woman, did not stop, something told Amelia that she would not stop until all that farce continued.Night had fallen, the days were becoming more and more particular, and her insomnia had not slowed down, much less would it do so as long as she continued to sleep with him.Like every other night, after promising Amelia that he would control her movements while she slept, Maximiliano found himself hugging the woman as she slept, his face pressed against hers. Amelia sighed, hoping that the same thing wouldn't happen the day before when he kissed her in her sleep. It had been a short, awkward kiss on the lips."You didn't stop him, though," her mind whispered, drawing a smile from the woman, who felt the man clench his stomach. She wondered what the hell he was dreaming that he felt the need to cling

The only motivation Amelia found herself using to run faster than those bullet-like women was to remember the time Maximiliano had chased her; just that, just imagining herself running from a stranger she was afraid of at the time, caused her to have enough power to run, ahead of a few, however, there were still a few more ahead of her; that pushed her to run faster, being a tall woman had finally served her well.She heard Dylan's voice say something, but the noise of the air rushing past her ears prevented her from understanding what it was.The woman quickened her pace, feeling her knees go to the max.From a distance she could see how Maximiliano had positioned himself with Dylan at the finish line, perhaps to receive her.Amelia increased the power of her run, almost losing control over her limbs, a smile traced itself on her face as she realized that she had run faster than almost everyone, only two women had run at the same pace. Amelia's competitive spirit awoke as a furious p