BONNIE
ALVAREZ
I finally knew the art of Maddox. He was a contradicting masterpiece. On the plane back home, I had one more assigment left before I kill myself.
My mom. I hadn't seen her in a very long time and they didn't let me see her many times but this time, I was more than determined to see her.
As my eyes went through the window of the plush candy clouds, I realized how the universe was serene from above, the smell of airplane food and the perfumes of the waitresses, I remembered my fake pregnancy and the fake engagement we had to go through. I remembered the encounter I had with Maddox in front of the bus. I remembered the smirk he had when I sat on his lap only to choke him at night.
In some alternative universe, I would have been with him. Smiling, happy, together.
I turned
