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November 29, 2019, was dead.
The night had loosened its bonds. The dawn had been freed.
This same feeling still gripped me. It looked like a blade, heated to incandescence, piercing my flesh and bones. Tormenting my nights.
Habit having fed me with this pain, it was easily that I left my bed.
In the dark, the silhouettes of certain objects remained visible.
I avoided the switch and covered myself with my quilt to reach an annex room. The cold was hardly an ally at this time of day.
The light that bent in the shower forced me to close my eyes for a while. As I opened them, the mirror revealed to me a girl with shaggy hair, a pale complexion and brown eyes tarnished by dark circles.
It was seven o'clock when I finished my shower.
I took the path to my main outlet. The Bay window.
She was the soul of this room. From there, I had a view of the bed - it was to the right of the bay window - and the built-in bookcase, near him, which she was near the walk-in closet. And to my left was the door to the bathroom and the dressing table, which was surmounted by a television.
The curtain of the bay window slid under my impulse and I enjoyed the spectacle.
On this mango tree, the leaves of which I often counted, I noticed a small bird. He twirled from branch to branch. Like him, I would have liked to be free. To dawdle in the streets of Darma, I wanted it. Except that...
A notification caught my attention. I took my phone, which was on one of the armchairs near the bay window. It was a message from Whityou, a dating app.
My total inexperience had led me there. As usual, this was hardly welcome news.
“Where do we have s*x ?” Someone wrote to me.
I was no longer offended by this kind of message. I received a plethora of them a day, some attached to obscene images.
My multiple attempts on dating sites had resulted in failures, refusals and sometimes mockery.
I had seen in whityou an unexpected chance, because the application seemed restrictive. It was paying. And their speech was full of seriousness.
But what do you want ?
The advertising abused us and contradicted its promises. The goal was to generate profit all the same. It should not be forgotten.
I, who had never known even the lips of a man, I was disappointed. On whityou, only beggars fond of carnal relationships.
And to think that we praised this kind of application in the past for the meetings they allowed.
Today, they have become the bastions of human ugliness. There is certainly the good, but above all the worst.
All these offers, I had declined them. I longed to be loved, to fall in love, to know the masculinity of a man who would please me, whom I would like.
Knock Knock knock. Someone had just knocked on the door.
It was her. I knew it from the way he knocked. With negligence and nonchalance.
My gaze left my smartphone and I agreed to endure the simulacrum that was about to play out.
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