“Fighting true love is boxing without gloves
Chemistry until it explodes, even if there were no "us"[13]
MABI
I couldn't say why I was nervous. My hands were sweating and my heart was racing. I took them over my dress and caressed my belly, thinking if I was really like this, because I would know what my son was like for the first time. However, with my hands there, I knew he only gave me peace.
A peace that I needed.
— Okay, I can't be like this. — I said to nothing, and noticed movement in front of my neighbors' house. I noticed that the older people, who lived on the left side, were in their chairs, drinking something, and talking. Maybe it was, even about me.
— How are you, rat?
The shouted question made me spin on my heel and turn towards the neighbors in the house ahead. The v
