Him.
Have you ever wanted someone but that person didn't love you back?
I love the way I love him.
And he loves the way he doesn't love me back.
Loving him is passing on shattered glass painted red by love and smelling blood.
He is mysterious. I love mystery, but not as much as him. If you..
"Hey!" Amelia calls me. "You again on the floor?" Amelia is forty-five, but still attractive, with brown eyes and chestnut hair. She is short and chubby, but a sweety.
Why I never hear her open the door? Or is just the moment?
Is just him?
I clenched my fist at the letter I was writing and hid it behind a smile. She saw, and just said "You need to forget him."
She had beautiful eyes. Have I ever told to her that they look like a soul?
I smiled at her.
"He is coming back tomorrow."
"I know."
She came near me and patted my forearm.
"I think you
"I know." I spat immediately.
"You can rest dear. You won't be working those hours."
She left me inside my room.
My room.
He never came here.
I wish he did.
It's humble. Bed. Table and chairs, wardrobe. Brown. And lots of books, and some phrases. I will talk later about them.
He is coming.
Well not in my room.
I won't be working today.
I will be preparing.
For what?
For having my heart broken again.
I sit on my knees and I lifted the rug, forgot to mention it, it is gray with long hair, below it there is a broken ladder, which opens and pulls out space, I throw the paper that has become a ball. Which many others are waiting for.
I try to sleep. But it's still 7 p.m.
Would you like me to talk about him?
I'll talk even if you say no.
He has a heart that is cold and does not let me warm it. He has the smell of earth after rain. His eyes are my rainforest. I ran inside them. There's no end. And I'm scared there, but dont know why.
He never really look at me. I have heard his voice 896 times. He loves to say "I understand" or to not respond at all. He moves his ear when he smiles. He has done that just six times through four years. He plays violin. I feel my tears fall in love with him those moments. And he..
He is coming back tomorrow.
Tomorrow, will you bring him back to me?
Tomorrow has come.
I am excited.
I wore my uniform.
A black one.
I don't like dresses, but he does.
It is comfortable. Wide and simple. Knee-length. My chestnut hair is long. I have green eyes too. Like him. I'm not very beautiful. He is. My body is ugly. His not.
"Hurry up, everyone, the master is coming!" Amelia has a really high voice. I think I have too. I put my hair on a ponytail and go out. His mansion is really big and all modern. Maids room too. Just mine not. I think I wanted it simple. Or not.
I am a maid. And not because I have to. In one way I have too.
We are twenty-three maids. And sometimes I can clean his room. It's the biggest room I have ever seen. But he just lets Anne there. She's twenty-five and really beautiful unlike me. I get the chance when she visits her sick grandma.
Don't tell anyone but, I kiss each of his clothes and I talk with them.
"He is coming, he is coming!" Emily says. She is cute and blonde. She gardens and does a lot of other things. She is nineteen, a year older than me.
Oh, I'm hearing footsteps.
He came.
