LOGINThe journey from the airport to the island was long, which was why Angy wanted to get there as soon as possible. He had never opened his mouth, and now he was beginning to regret his choice, even though he knew it was the best he could have done.
The radio dimmed; Vladimir had lowered the volume to test the waters."Are you going to tell me what's going on?" He growled softly. Why didn't you want to get in his car? Does it… bother you so much?That question was certainly uncomfortable. Angy squirmed on the seat and folded her hands on her knees."It's not that, Dad." I just don't adapt to this. I find it very difficult to believe that he is married to Nora."And why is that?""Well… I don't know," he lied. I think they are two very different people."Yeah, but I think that's no reason for you to sneak out on him all the time." It's not going to bite you.I'm not so sure, she thought to herself."I know he's part of the family now, and it's not that I don't want to accept him, I just don't know how."His father frowned as he continued to concentrate on the road."I thought you guys would trust each other more now."-Because you believe that?"Well, whether you like it or not, you have a stronger bond than just being brothers-in-law." Saving his life is a point in your favor.For an instant, he was about to jump out of the moving car. I was tired of always hearing the same thing. Was his life just a broken record that he had to listen to over and over again without pause?"It's no advantage, on the contrary." Now it seems he owes me something and I don't want him to feel indebted. He cocked his face and stared out the window to hide his glassy eyes. For God's sake, what else could he do? Stand idly by while waiting for help to arrive?-No heaven. But now that all that is past water, you have to try to get along better with him. I admit that at first I couldn't stand him either, and you know it. I didn't want my daughter to marry so young, much less to a complete stranger, ”she murmured. But now that I know him a little better, I know that he is a good man."I know, and I think so too, but I see him as that: a stranger.""He's your sister's husband.""I know it is," he growled without thinking. Everybody reminds me of it all the time.-It bothers you?—What bothers me is that you try to fit me into a style that is not mine. I'm not like before. I'm not used to seeing family like this. Nora has changed and has a different way of seeing things and I'm happy for her, but it's not what I want for myself. I don't live around here anymore. I live far away and this is nothing but temporary. I don't see the point in behaving like someone I'm not. What difference does it make? Each one has its life, and I am about to leave. I won't have to see him for a long time and it's just something I'm going to appreciate very much."Okay, you're going to leave." That is something that goes without saying but, don't you think you have to be polite? Correct? It is very disconcerting for us. You are always uncomfortable in their presence. It's like I've done something to you. Do you dislike him?-Of course not.-So?"Well, I just don't know how the hell to make her feel good about me," he lied. All the boyfriends Nora has had have not been exactly adequate, and when I wanted to find out, she was already married. I already told you, I don't get used to it. I know that all I can do is get the wrong idea about me, but we're not exactly going to be neighbors. We will see each other very from time to time, and then I will put on my best face, but in my own way. With your standards, no."Are you jealous of Nora?" Of your new life?Angy opened her mouth to reply but did so before she could think of a good answer."No," he just said."Then I don't understand your attitude.""It's simple," she defended herself. "Mom always reminds me how lonely I am." For her it is a crime that she is not with anyone; add to that the current situation of Nora. It's very overwhelming, and every time I have to be around them, I feel guilty."Guilty for being single?""Guilty for not giving Mom what she wants.""Forget your mother," he whispered. It's your life, not his. I know he's very consistent with that theme, but you know how… traditional it is. We want to see you happy, that's why you insist. And I know it shouldn't be easy for you, baby. He cleared his throat. I put myself in your shoes and I understand that you can feel a little uncomfortable at times, but I'm sure Dorian isn't exactly in his sauce. It strives to fit within our core. All I'm saying is that we should all make an effort to get along. Simple courtesy.-I try."Well, don't stop doing it."In an attempt to distract his attention, Angy turned up the volume on the radio while listening to a rock song. He dropped back onto the backrest and went back to his old ways with something that really stirred his insides."Dad, about last night…" She bit her lip nervously. So sorry. I didn't want to yell at you."I know, but I want you to understand that we are doing it for your good.""Yes, but it doesn't sound like a good idea." It is going to be incredibly uncomfortable and unbearable.Vladimir let out a tiny grin."Does that mean you're going to do it?""Well, it means I'll think about it.""Think about it?" When you want to make a decision, your sister will be back."Well, I'll make up my mind today, okay?"He had aword to describe what I witnessed, not even to approach him. The blindfold no longer covered his eyes, but the truth had turned out to be much worse than the lie. How could it be possible? At what point had such a hoax developed? What name could be given to this infamy that emerged from nowhere? He was incapable of assuming it; could not. How? The simple fact of visualizing them together symbolized the straw that broke the camel's back, destroyed their integrity; not only physical, but also mental. His previously established ideas had been nothing more than a strange utopia, born out of an unstable justification that was now falling apart. Had they been playing with her all this time? Since when were they so close? She wasn't even supposed to be there. Wasn't he supposed to have been home to the theater several weeks ago? What was he d
He had reached the limit of his own consciousness. He had far exceeded all that was merely acceptable, and he knew that the beginning of the end was near, unleashing in front of him, proclaiming the imminent victory of all that he had been avoiding, but he could not continue like this. The truth was right before his eyes; The determination necessary to throw the bandage to the ground was enough, and although he was still surprised by it, he had already made the decision to unmask this hoax that did not give more than himself.Ever since she met him, she had lived immersed in a true dream, but as much as it weighed on her soul, the time of grace was over and she had to wake up, before it was too late, before becoming the
A tiny light at the end of the tunnel made its way to the central core of all that unexpectedly arose. Still Angy's words echoed in his head, hitting him like lightning striking a tree. He was speechless, and as much as he tried to analyze the situation with a spark of calm, the serenity had completely disintegrated, leaving him in the middle of all that new worry that, mixed with everything they carried behind their backs, returned inappropriate. A wick that had caused the final burst. So now he understood better Angy's reluctance to tell him what was happening; telling him that truth point-blank had not been easy at all, but when he heard it from his lips, his heart stopped. She felt many things, but beyond the fear or insecurity of facing an even greater challenge, the happiness that she would have a child had partially alleviated the anguish that followed. He had always had deep desires to be a father
One life… within another. Uncertainty, grief, chaotic ecstasy, and mental petrification had brought her into absolute temporary isolation. Unable even to blink, the green-eyed woman did just stare into space, trying to grasp what was coming her way. She could never have assimilated something like this under normal conditions, and it was clear that the circumstances in which she was immersed were even worse. How could he deal with something like that? He had waited until the last moment to make sure that there was inevitably no mistake of any kind. Unfortunately, it was. There was no possible mistake and, in the remote event that there was one, it would be so tiny and insignificant that it would not deserve to be taken into account. You couldn't go back in time and you had to necessarily assume the new change of course that your life had just taken. What else could I do? She had already been crying
He had suffered terribly from the slow pace of the clock. She had done her best not to despair, but the only thing that gave her strength was to go home to her husband; Even though things weren't going well between them lately, she still felt comfortable looking at him. That is why he couldn't wait any longer and said goodbye to his co-workers Ana and Violeta, who had decided to go out after work for a drink. He started the car with nervous fingers and headed out onto the lonely roads. Everything was dark except for the car lights. Sadly, she listened to the record that had recorded all the songs that she and Dorian had collected during their first months of relationship. Now that she listened to it alone, it was completely different.
He was becoming someone who hated his own reflection. He wasn't just fooling himself; he was fooling Nora and Angy alike. He knew who he owed loyalty to and who he was in love with, but until she dared to take the first step, he would just have to keep… acting. Make a happy face; forced smile when Nora looked at him. But it was unsustainable. He couldn't reciprocate. He felt so obtuse that the slightest carelessness would spoil everything. While at home he had to accompany his young wife, and while that happened, Angy would be waiting for him at the hotel. Thus it was impossible to remain in one piece. It was like having a tornado in your throat and trying by all means not to let it escape. This is how he felt when he woke up in the morning and Nora was still by his side. They had had many discussions and the last one had been the worst, beca