Chapter 21 - Flame
CELINE SUAREZ. The track of time? I've already lost it. After what feels like a lifetime, my eyes snap open. There, reality quickly punches my face, flicking me back to my senses like a swift ring of a bell. Then, a heavy feeling follows through—that is guilt, no doubt. It splashes over my mind as if it is water pouring out from a pail accidentally. In a hurried manner, I pull out from the sweet connection of our mouths, and his head almost bounces at the removal, unfolding his brown eyes in bewilderment. "Why?" Tadeo asks in surprise, pertaining to our interrupted smooching session. "No," I throw my hands on my temples, gliding them on the sides of my head, then I walk from side to side of the stilt house to express my great frustration. "This isn't right." "Yolanda," his thick brow
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