ELENA TORRES
Sarah's house was a modest apartment about fifty kilometers from my old life.
There is something soothing about modesty. With Sarah's house, I thought it was about the bungalow’s simplicity and the small rooms that made it up, with pink on the walls. The fact that it sat on a quiet estate might also have done it for me, but I was sure that I loved everything about it.
Sarah was quick to play the charming host. We spent the first day of my arrival converting her guest room to my bedroom, and the first night watching some movies with ordered pizza. Then she had to go to work the following day and leave me to myself. It was then that I started to feel actual loneliness, and not just that, but the weight of my problems as well.
There is only so much to do in a house if you ar
