In my cold and dark room, in the room where I grew up, I was locked up. The time was afternoon, but I felt like dark was reining in the world already. My window was closed, the curtains covered every glass of my room which could cause a light. The only thing I could hug in this area was my knees, while I was on top of my lonesome bed..
Loneliness...
I could not understand myself. I knew Miguel could not be mine, but why was he still the content of my heart? I knew she was a woman, but why did I still desire him? I knew we were unlikely to be, but why was I still hopeful?
My heart was broken the moment I stepped out of Miguel’s room earlier. That would be the last moment that I could see his face, that would be our last talk, that would be our last laugh, because I accepted the deal.
I
