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Chapter 73: From the beginning
beer, open but not being taken, rests in the same place on the table for half an hour ago when it had been placed there, once frozen, now accompanied by his warmth.
Fernando is sitting in front of your TV in the room, his jacket lying on the couch one hand, his purple tie loosened on his chest, with control of the TV in his hand, occasionally flipping channels, looking but not seeing anything. Its focus elsewhere. The
term. Finish everything before she could do. Before she had the chance to realize that he does not deserve to be at his side finish it. Survival instinct. Eliminate the danger of suffering before they make you suffer.
With your mind away, it was only after several blows that finally realized that someone knocked his door. Confused by the visit, he got up with curiosity, finally opening the door to meet a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, holding the door half open.
"We need to talk ..." I reply Leticia. Fernando turned
eyes, "Ha, now ..." notice, turning and leaving the door open for entry. The toward his way back to the couch when she noticed something stopping. "As you knew where you lived?" He asked, turning.
"I'm your assistant."
"Ah, yes," added Fernando, returning to their place on the couch, continuing his routine of changing channels, ignoring Leticia, who was standing to one side.
"Fernando, you left without letting me explain," "Fernando
interrupted. "To explain that?" Fernando asked, turning toward her. "They no longer wanted to be in a relationship with me?" By reading the words before turning the TV again. "Because if so, do not worry, I already finished for both," changing the channel once again. Leticia
closed his eyes, deep breath before opening them, looking into the telly and the back. "How can you believe that's what I want?"
"It's not hard to see how you have behaved with me in recent days," he said, stopping on a channel. Leticia
dared to sit at his side, not touching but close enough to inhale the colony drove her crazy. She looked at him, and watching TV without take care. "And I apologize for that, but it is not easy for me to talk about what happened ..." She
turned his gaze to the novel that began, trying to find a middle ground between them.
"I understand you do not want to remember something so painful and I am not asking you to do," he said, finally looking into her eyes. "I just do not take it out on me. Eludes me think that if you forget your past? "
Lety I look at the eyes for a second before looking down to the ground. "It was never my intention," she said sadly.
He stayed watching for a moment before turning the TV again. "Maybe not, but you did," he said, hurt.
She looked up, nodding although not looking, also turning to the TV, pretending like I care about the reason why the character with green eyes and dark hair was crying in her bedroom.
"We can fix this ... between us?" She asked once a toothpaste commercial appeared on the screen. Fernando
deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "What hurts me is that you preferred the company of other, Ariel, your friends, even strangers," he said, turning toward her, his eyes burning a hole in his heart, "Before the mine. When I might be the only one who can understand why you do not smile every hour in the day, because you get sad every time someone asks about your family, "
" But it is just that! "She exclaimed, surprising. "I do not want to be defined by my past. I do not want anyone to see me differently, "she explained, desperate. "I do not look into your eyes and see the hurt that I have!"
He turned his face back into the love of soap operas are now among the players could attend. A love that went beyond the problems. A world where everything is arranged with a kiss, a caress, a look. Never thought that one day he could wish his life was like a novel.
"I will not take responsibility for the end of this relationship when you the one who took care of sending all the devil," he said simply. "Do not blame me for being worried about you." Her eyelids fluttered
before his eyes lowered. "The first day back. I saw in your eyes. Something changed. That's why I never told anyone ... "
" I regret it? "Fernando asked, her knuckles white from holding pressure control TV, his eyes lost in the sun as it appeared on the screen.
"Yes," she said honestly, raising his eyes. "I can with my pain, I could for five years. But what I can not is with you are suffering, "she said, her voice between cut. "I can not see all that reflected in your eyes," she explained, turning and closing his eyes to see him turn his face and look at it carefully.
rodeo
A solitary tear her cheek, coming to his lips when he felt a hand flipping the face.
"Leticia, look at me," he asked, his voice now soft and without reproach.
When you open your eyes crystalline his eyes battle with him, trying not to succumb to his emotions.
"I do not feel sorry for you," he said slowly, his penetrating gaze breaking the seal on your heart. "Nor do I think less of you as a woman," He explained. The disappointment felt by the young protagonist in the novel for its alleged prince, foreign to his ears in the background. "From that you have violated not change what I feel for you," he confessed, spilling the glass completely. Leticia
closed his eyes, his tears burning behind her eyelids at the pace that the protagonist of the novel was sobbing by the completion of the disenchantment of life. "I can not," Lety once said that he could control his vocal cords. "I'd better go ..." she said hastily to get up and head towards the door, wiping the tears that had been dropped.
Fernando closed his eyes, his fatigue evident on his face while lying on the back of the couch, letting out a breath. "Whenever you run away?"
She stopped, her hand on the gate lead. "You have no right,"
He stopped again. Holding the beer forgotten your index finger in circles over the edge. "You were so scared that I was going to leave when I heard your past that you might not crossed by mind, the possibility that I follow here, right? "his eyes fixed on the drink lost. "You did everything possible for me to end our relationship, until you get it," looking up and trying to focus on problems within the telenovela.
"How can you-"
"So I avoided it? So I lied, "
" I never lied to you! "Lety said exasperated, back to the sofa, two steps on their side.
"Of course you do!" He replied, leaving the beer on the table again, raising half a leg on the couch to turn toward it. "Yesterday, you said you were going out to Carolina when she has not seen you in days. And today, today! Show up at your door to reach you before you went with your friends, and I find the guy that! Who knows how many more times I've lied ... "The blame him straightening his body, his attention to television.
The accusations, the pain in his words froze to Lety, stopping their movement in body and mind.
"Before I hurt you before I made you suffer, you go away first. It was expected ... "he added, looking down, the telenovela forgotten.
"That's not true ..." she said faintly, sitting down beside him with caution. The
quickly turned to look at her in disbelief. "But of course it is! You thought I was going to leave, betray ... like every other man who has gone through your life. "
She stared at him, and Fernando felt the punch she gave him a look. "That's not fair, Fernando."
Fernando dropped his face with a sigh. A sigh of frustration, anger, confusion. And shame as a child when his parents scolded. "That came Leticia?" He asked gently, tired of the war of words between them.
"To explain. To save our relationship, "
Fernando's head straightened immediately. "Please! If you do not want to be me! "The ego to make sure it hurt.
She held his gaze, shaking his head. "Instead," she confessed, raising his eyebrows slightly to confess the following. "This is what I love most, but what I fear most."
Fernando felt the second blow within the last two minutes. "Afraid that I betray you ..." the announcement without having to ask, looking straight ahead, nodding.
She cocked her head to look better, resting her cheek in the palm of your hand, watching him with sad eyes. "You might be able to?"
The clearance in the eyes of the soap opera that seemed more palatable than the conversation at the moment, looking into the eyes of Leticia the answer she wanted to hear. I had to decide to respond with the truth or a lie. The fact that not even know which answer constitutes one or the other to the task ahead even more difficult. "No se. Perhaps. "
Leticia nodded, satisfied but equally sad to look around slowly, letting the voices speak for them on TV while she collected. The two lost without words, until she spoke, her calm voice.
"The night we told you, I noticed something that perhaps ..." it under his gaze to his hands, crossing them and playing with them. A habit that she realized she used to when I was nervous. She raised her eyes, turning his face to look into his eyes. "You heard me," she said with a smile threatening the corners of his lips. "You heard me, without judging me," she emphasized with disbelief in his eyes, turning his eyes when he would come to be much. "Spend as much time fixing what happened to me, that on receipt of such understanding, I was puzzled. Do not know what to do. I did not know how to act without the secret on my shoulders. " She looked at him sideways before lowering his gaze, the tension in your shoulders disappearing, ensuring a lock of her hair behind her ear. Another habit I think Fernando nerves, almost smiling for observation.
She inhales deeply before looking back, his eyes containing more than what was expected, but what he deserved. "I felt, I feel so naked in front of you ..." She narrowed her eyes, waiting for the talk, say something. Resigned after several minutes in silence, amid the noise and bright light placed on the giant plasma wall like a painting of art. "Try to forget ..." she suddenly confessed, noting the rapid sideways rigidity dominated the male body beside him.
did not know that was what led her to reveal it. A night of truths perhaps. With their feelings to the surface, daring to speak to the heart in hand, Leticia was not going to lie or skip the events which did apologize to his neighbor, which led to him that night. There was a specific reason that she had gotten into a taxi with the traffic of the city above. The same reason which made her hit her door about eight o'clock at night, numb with fear.
"Who?" He struggled to ask before they could stop. I did not want to know, but their need by finally winning know.
"I could not," she confessed, shaking his head slowly, in line to shed tears. "I thought to get away from you, can I go from the vulnerability I feel in here," she explained without looking, touching his chest. "But no," she said sadly, his eyes unfocused. "As much as I wanted, I could not. I can not, "she managed to say before tears drown their desire to continue talking. The
this time and was staring, worried and doubly curious to know his presence in her apartment when she had tried to forget with someone else.
"Tell me about Leticia."
She looked at him, his eyes clear. "There is nobody," she said simply. No one was there. He had misunderstood his confession. She had not tried to forget a single person. No. She had tried to forget with all the company of others, with friends, with work, with up to herself for all those nights when instead of going out with a another friend stayed in his apartment, alone .
"The youth of today ... is not important. No one, but I can not. Forgive me. "She hurried, rising from his hand, trying to escape your emotions for the second time that night.
"Why?" he asked, standing in its position on the couch, her gaze forward, seriously hurt.
"Because I'm sorry," she said, stopped in its position next to the couch, her back to him, quickly wiping a tear that had rolled his cheeks when he was not looking.
Fernando shook his head, no evidence or claim of frustration in his eyes. Now it was she who had misunderstood. "No, why can not you?"
Leticia felt when they tried to bend her legs. His heart leaping into his throat because of its proximity. His breath near his ear. The warmth of her body burning with the truth. "Fernando ..." she begged, eyes closed.
"going to let your past continue to haunt you?" The asked.
Ya. That was enough. His voice. His manly voice, far from questioning him, gave him patience. Patience, love, understanding. If not react quickly, she would do that lately had been to that apartment. "I have to go ..."
But he was not going to let go just like that, so easily. Expected. It was his own fault for going to get, voluntarily, to the lion's den. Dangerous was the least I could say. That's why your breathing choked in his throat when he stopped, his hand taking hold of his arm.
"I'm not going to answer?" Tenderness present mixed with despair in his voice.
"My past will always be part of me, but I like it or not," she explained.
He shook his head, almost smiling. Another misunderstanding.
"There is the question I meant."
But she knew it, closing his eyes, feeling as their cowardice was based on his stomach.
"Why?" He insisted, placing his other hand on his other arm, turning it upside down by their silence.
"Why Leticia?" The asked.
"Because I have fear!" She confessed, covering his eyes with his hands. The control he had tried to take all this time going to hell.
"Why!?"
"Because I LOVE YOU!" She said, leaving his face uncovered, among other things. His eyes red with the battle that had just lost to herself. Finally, following the motive, the reason that had led to there from the beginning.
beer, open but not being taken, rests in the same place on the table for half an hour ago when it had been placed there, once frozen, now accompanied by his warmth.
Fernando is sitting in front of your TV in the room, his jacket lying on the couch one hand, his purple tie loosened on his chest, with control of the TV in his hand, occasionally flipping channels, looking but not seeing anything. Its focus elsewhere. The
term. Finish everything before she could do. Before she had the chance to realize that he does not deserve to be at his side finish it. Survival instinct. Eliminate the danger of suffering before they make you suffer.
With your mind away, it was only after several blows that finally realized that someone knocked his door. Confused by the visit, he got up with curiosity, finally opening the door to meet a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, holding the door half open.
"We need to talk ..." I reply Leticia. Fernando turned
eyes, "Ha, now ..." notice, turning and leaving the door open for entry. The toward his way back to the couch when she noticed something stopping. "As you knew where you lived?" He asked, turning.
"I'm your assistant."
"Ah, yes," added Fernando, returning to their place on the couch, continuing his routine of changing channels, ignoring Leticia, who was standing to one side.
"Fernando, you left without letting me explain," "Fernando
interrupted. "To explain that?" Fernando asked, turning toward her. "They no longer wanted to be in a relationship with me?" By reading the words before turning the TV again. "Because if so, do not worry, I already finished for both," changing the channel once again. Leticia
closed his eyes, deep breath before opening them, looking into the telly and the back. "How can you believe that's what I want?"
"It's not hard to see how you have behaved with me in recent days," he said, stopping on a channel. Leticia
dared to sit at his side, not touching but close enough to inhale the colony drove her crazy. She looked at him, and watching TV without take care. "And I apologize for that, but it is not easy for me to talk about what happened ..." She
turned his gaze to the novel that began, trying to find a middle ground between them.
"I understand you do not want to remember something so painful and I am not asking you to do," he said, finally looking into her eyes. "I just do not take it out on me. Eludes me think that if you forget your past? "
Lety I look at the eyes for a second before looking down to the ground. "It was never my intention," she said sadly.
He stayed watching for a moment before turning the TV again. "Maybe not, but you did," he said, hurt.
She looked up, nodding although not looking, also turning to the TV, pretending like I care about the reason why the character with green eyes and dark hair was crying in her bedroom.
"We can fix this ... between us?" She asked once a toothpaste commercial appeared on the screen. Fernando
deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "What hurts me is that you preferred the company of other, Ariel, your friends, even strangers," he said, turning toward her, his eyes burning a hole in his heart, "Before the mine. When I might be the only one who can understand why you do not smile every hour in the day, because you get sad every time someone asks about your family, "
" But it is just that! "She exclaimed, surprising. "I do not want to be defined by my past. I do not want anyone to see me differently, "she explained, desperate. "I do not look into your eyes and see the hurt that I have!"
He turned his face back into the love of soap operas are now among the players could attend. A love that went beyond the problems. A world where everything is arranged with a kiss, a caress, a look. Never thought that one day he could wish his life was like a novel.
"I will not take responsibility for the end of this relationship when you the one who took care of sending all the devil," he said simply. "Do not blame me for being worried about you." Her eyelids fluttered
before his eyes lowered. "The first day back. I saw in your eyes. Something changed. That's why I never told anyone ... "
" I regret it? "Fernando asked, her knuckles white from holding pressure control TV, his eyes lost in the sun as it appeared on the screen.
"Yes," she said honestly, raising his eyes. "I can with my pain, I could for five years. But what I can not is with you are suffering, "she said, her voice between cut. "I can not see all that reflected in your eyes," she explained, turning and closing his eyes to see him turn his face and look at it carefully.
rodeo
A solitary tear her cheek, coming to his lips when he felt a hand flipping the face.
"Leticia, look at me," he asked, his voice now soft and without reproach.
When you open your eyes crystalline his eyes battle with him, trying not to succumb to his emotions.
"I do not feel sorry for you," he said slowly, his penetrating gaze breaking the seal on your heart. "Nor do I think less of you as a woman," He explained. The disappointment felt by the young protagonist in the novel for its alleged prince, foreign to his ears in the background. "From that you have violated not change what I feel for you," he confessed, spilling the glass completely. Leticia
closed his eyes, his tears burning behind her eyelids at the pace that the protagonist of the novel was sobbing by the completion of the disenchantment of life. "I can not," Lety once said that he could control his vocal cords. "I'd better go ..." she said hastily to get up and head towards the door, wiping the tears that had been dropped.
Fernando closed his eyes, his fatigue evident on his face while lying on the back of the couch, letting out a breath. "Whenever you run away?"
She stopped, her hand on the gate lead. "You have no right,"
He stopped again. Holding the beer forgotten your index finger in circles over the edge. "You were so scared that I was going to leave when I heard your past that you might not crossed by mind, the possibility that I follow here, right? "his eyes fixed on the drink lost. "You did everything possible for me to end our relationship, until you get it," looking up and trying to focus on problems within the telenovela.
"How can you-"
"So I avoided it? So I lied, "
" I never lied to you! "Lety said exasperated, back to the sofa, two steps on their side.
"Of course you do!" He replied, leaving the beer on the table again, raising half a leg on the couch to turn toward it. "Yesterday, you said you were going out to Carolina when she has not seen you in days. And today, today! Show up at your door to reach you before you went with your friends, and I find the guy that! Who knows how many more times I've lied ... "The blame him straightening his body, his attention to television.
The accusations, the pain in his words froze to Lety, stopping their movement in body and mind.
"Before I hurt you before I made you suffer, you go away first. It was expected ... "he added, looking down, the telenovela forgotten.
"That's not true ..." she said faintly, sitting down beside him with caution. The
quickly turned to look at her in disbelief. "But of course it is! You thought I was going to leave, betray ... like every other man who has gone through your life. "
She stared at him, and Fernando felt the punch she gave him a look. "That's not fair, Fernando."
Fernando dropped his face with a sigh. A sigh of frustration, anger, confusion. And shame as a child when his parents scolded. "That came Leticia?" He asked gently, tired of the war of words between them.
"To explain. To save our relationship, "
Fernando's head straightened immediately. "Please! If you do not want to be me! "The ego to make sure it hurt.
She held his gaze, shaking his head. "Instead," she confessed, raising his eyebrows slightly to confess the following. "This is what I love most, but what I fear most."
Fernando felt the second blow within the last two minutes. "Afraid that I betray you ..." the announcement without having to ask, looking straight ahead, nodding.
She cocked her head to look better, resting her cheek in the palm of your hand, watching him with sad eyes. "You might be able to?"
The clearance in the eyes of the soap opera that seemed more palatable than the conversation at the moment, looking into the eyes of Leticia the answer she wanted to hear. I had to decide to respond with the truth or a lie. The fact that not even know which answer constitutes one or the other to the task ahead even more difficult. "No se. Perhaps. "
Leticia nodded, satisfied but equally sad to look around slowly, letting the voices speak for them on TV while she collected. The two lost without words, until she spoke, her calm voice.
"The night we told you, I noticed something that perhaps ..." it under his gaze to his hands, crossing them and playing with them. A habit that she realized she used to when I was nervous. She raised her eyes, turning his face to look into his eyes. "You heard me," she said with a smile threatening the corners of his lips. "You heard me, without judging me," she emphasized with disbelief in his eyes, turning his eyes when he would come to be much. "Spend as much time fixing what happened to me, that on receipt of such understanding, I was puzzled. Do not know what to do. I did not know how to act without the secret on my shoulders. " She looked at him sideways before lowering his gaze, the tension in your shoulders disappearing, ensuring a lock of her hair behind her ear. Another habit I think Fernando nerves, almost smiling for observation.
She inhales deeply before looking back, his eyes containing more than what was expected, but what he deserved. "I felt, I feel so naked in front of you ..." She narrowed her eyes, waiting for the talk, say something. Resigned after several minutes in silence, amid the noise and bright light placed on the giant plasma wall like a painting of art. "Try to forget ..." she suddenly confessed, noting the rapid sideways rigidity dominated the male body beside him.
did not know that was what led her to reveal it. A night of truths perhaps. With their feelings to the surface, daring to speak to the heart in hand, Leticia was not going to lie or skip the events which did apologize to his neighbor, which led to him that night. There was a specific reason that she had gotten into a taxi with the traffic of the city above. The same reason which made her hit her door about eight o'clock at night, numb with fear.
"Who?" He struggled to ask before they could stop. I did not want to know, but their need by finally winning know.
"I could not," she confessed, shaking his head slowly, in line to shed tears. "I thought to get away from you, can I go from the vulnerability I feel in here," she explained without looking, touching his chest. "But no," she said sadly, his eyes unfocused. "As much as I wanted, I could not. I can not, "she managed to say before tears drown their desire to continue talking. The
this time and was staring, worried and doubly curious to know his presence in her apartment when she had tried to forget with someone else.
"Tell me about Leticia."
She looked at him, his eyes clear. "There is nobody," she said simply. No one was there. He had misunderstood his confession. She had not tried to forget a single person. No. She had tried to forget with all the company of others, with friends, with work, with up to herself for all those nights when instead of going out with a another friend stayed in his apartment, alone .
"The youth of today ... is not important. No one, but I can not. Forgive me. "She hurried, rising from his hand, trying to escape your emotions for the second time that night.
"Why?" he asked, standing in its position on the couch, her gaze forward, seriously hurt.
"Because I'm sorry," she said, stopped in its position next to the couch, her back to him, quickly wiping a tear that had rolled his cheeks when he was not looking.
Fernando shook his head, no evidence or claim of frustration in his eyes. Now it was she who had misunderstood. "No, why can not you?"
Leticia felt when they tried to bend her legs. His heart leaping into his throat because of its proximity. His breath near his ear. The warmth of her body burning with the truth. "Fernando ..." she begged, eyes closed.
"going to let your past continue to haunt you?" The asked.
Ya. That was enough. His voice. His manly voice, far from questioning him, gave him patience. Patience, love, understanding. If not react quickly, she would do that lately had been to that apartment. "I have to go ..."
But he was not going to let go just like that, so easily. Expected. It was his own fault for going to get, voluntarily, to the lion's den. Dangerous was the least I could say. That's why your breathing choked in his throat when he stopped, his hand taking hold of his arm.
"I'm not going to answer?" Tenderness present mixed with despair in his voice.
"My past will always be part of me, but I like it or not," she explained.
He shook his head, almost smiling. Another misunderstanding.
"There is the question I meant."
But she knew it, closing his eyes, feeling as their cowardice was based on his stomach.
"Why?" He insisted, placing his other hand on his other arm, turning it upside down by their silence.
"Why Leticia?" The asked.
"Because I have fear!" She confessed, covering his eyes with his hands. The control he had tried to take all this time going to hell.
"Why!?"
"Because I LOVE YOU!" She said, leaving his face uncovered, among other things. His eyes red with the battle that had just lost to herself. Finally, following the motive, the reason that had led to there from the beginning.
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