Alejandro did not speak to me. He knew I was there. I’m forever there. He roamed around, crossed, and ran without a glance or groan. Our gloomy home, cold, petals landing in burning trash, innocence lost, countdown to death.
Was this our ending?
Alejandro ate an energy bar. Exercised until exhausted. Ate a protein-packed meal: pasta, smoked beans, chicken breast, broccoli, a protein fruit shake. Showered and selected his clothing: V-neck fitted black T-shirt, faded black jeans, brown suede boots, leather jacket, platinum-black diamond watch with matching platinum-black diamond bracelet and rings. One on each middle finger. No chain. He hated chains.
Nude. Alejandro stood in front of the brightly lit bathroom mirror. He was half-pleased, but not convinced of his admired beauty. Seco
