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It is almost impossible for me to be here, so my first thought is that it is an allusion of my brain to the mixture of medicines and drugs.
I close my eyes and open them again to verify that it is not true, when I open them I see it clearer.
Yes it's him.
I can't believe he's here, the last time we saw each other he made it clear that the one who would return would be me and that he was going to discard me like the garbage that I was.
Remembering that moment no longer hurts like it used to.
He approached me when he realized I was awake
I honestly didn't want to be around him anymore.
If this had happened two weeks ago I would practically kneel so that he would come back to me, but now, all I want is for him to go away and never see his stupid face again.
It does not hurt anymore
I no longer feel anything for the being that approaches me quickly with a gesture of concern, the most false concern I have ever seen in my life.
He is a good actor
"Baby I'm so sorry, I didn't want this to happen, little dol "
"I'm really sorry and very much" I replied without looking at his face.
My sight was lost somewhere in the cold room
"Really, doll, let's go," -I try to grab my hands, but before doing so, I quickly remove them from my lap so that he won't take them." A van awaits us, we will go very far".
"Now if you want to take me, right?"
"I already apologized to you, so let's go, I will not repeat it"
At his answer, a huge laugh comes out of my throat
"Do you really think I'll listen to you?"Another laugh was emitted by me."Now you can go, the theater is over."
"Look, I don't know what they told you, maybe it's true, but you don't have to worry, now that we'll be together, okay?,I am not a man of love so you go with me now or never.
"Don't you understand that I don't want anything with you anymore!? I don't feel anything for you anymore! You understand!? The only thing I feel is disgust! Much disgust and revulsion!"It was bothering me and according to the doctors, that makes my condition worse.
"Look, I understand that you're angry but ... "
"Angry? I'm furious! And the least I want is to see you!"
I got up from the bed where I was sitting to avoid the slightest contact with him, the window was open and the wind was filtering through the curtains. My brain began to come up with a plan in case it wanted to take me by force.
In exactly 5 minutes the garbage truck passes through the street of the mental hospital, it is very punctual so that helps me in what I thought, I will try to talk and distract him while I wait for the truck.
"What do you want? Do you want to see me suffer? Does it make you so happy to see my destruction? You do not have enough!?"
"Stop talking Arlette we have to go"He spoke with some calm but by the expression on his face you could tell that he was furious
Time is up, I looked over my shoulder at the window the truck entered the street, it was time.
Now or never.
She was not going to be anyone's prisoner, much less the perfect wife he intended her to be.
I was born to be free and if I got married I would not be the wife who stayed at home.
I flatly refuse
You know I gave you everything, but ... not anymore, I hope you have enjoyed the privilege of having me, because it will be the last time you see me.
I stepped back until I reached the edge of the window. He seemed to realize my intentions because he approached, but it was already late, very late.
I dropped.
But I fell into something soft.
I had made it, I was in the truck
He turned his gaze to the window and there he was flabbergasted, shocked by my action.
That was the last time we saw each other.
Or not
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