97. It's Over!
Susy
After that, we saw each other more often. Sometimes, we’d go for a walk without planning too much. Just wandering aimlessly. Martín always had stories to tell. About his fights, his nights in bars, his friends, the hard life he lived.
And I listened.
I listened more than I should have. Because every word of his was like opening the door to a world I had never known. Dark, violent, but so seductive in its rawness that it left me breathless.
One night, we were sitting in the back of the truck he picked me up in, at a lookout where you could see the whole city lit up. The breeze was cool, and the silence between us was comfortable, strange.
“You know?” he said suddenly. “I'm not as bad as they say.”
I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
“But I'm not good ei
