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2020-08-30 16:47:58After the brutally received blow, the green-eyed woman spent the next few weeks locked in seedy hotels, with the phone turned off, even avoiding rehearsing with her companions; he wanted to avoid questions about his deathly mood at all costs. A new misstep would have been too much, that's why he hid behind a thousand excuses that he hoped would work.
He looked at himself intently in the mirror, trying to recognize himself in that sack of bones principle that he was beginning to become. It had taken only a few weeks to lose weight considerably, unable to win the battle against her depression, causing her stomach to ask for less and less food. Her clothes were too big for her, and the dark circles that pronounced the expressionlessness of her eyes were scary, feeling useless for doing nothing, rather, for not being able to do anything; she had been able to survive the lethal impact she received when she had to be close to him, hiding all the time, and now she had been touched and sunk by an object as simple and at the same time as useless as a dream catcher. Although it was not a simple element of decoration, since it carried a much deeper meaning that invaded her beyond the epidermis: a love that yearned never to end; the sunrises by her side, the smiles sharing the same silence, the most sincere statements that had ever been seen, the most arrhythmic palpitations ...When she thought she was beginning to get used to the idea of her new loss, there he was, making her remember something that was supposed to have ended long ago, but continued through a dangerous channel, and she was afraid of drowning, if it hadn't already.He was startled by the unexpected knocks on the door. As they sounded, I knew it could only be one person."Angy," Evan said, "are you home?"For a second she felt cornered, thinking that she would be unable to escape. He had assumed that sooner or later this moment would come; he could not spend every night in rooms unknown and devoid of all feeling."Angy!"Knowing that it was too late to hide it, he approached as slowly as possible and stood in front of the door, listening intently to the disturbed words of his best friend."What the hell happened to you?" He cried. Why aren't you answering my calls? And what about the theater?"I'm not feeling well ..." he blurted out.-Of course not. He coughed loudly. Are you going to leave me talking alone out here?There was no answer, as he had supposed."Open the door," he ordered."Go away."-Than?"You heard me," he managed to say. I do not want to see anybody. Go away.-Why not? Angy, it's me. Damn it…”“ I don't want you to see me like that.There was a brief reflective silence.-As well as?"I don't want you to be scared… Please go."-What are you talking about?Angy slumped with her back to the door, leaning her spine against it, unable to stand any longer, much less argue any further."I'm not leaving here until we talk." What's going on? You have not appeared for weeks, without giving any signs, and when I finally find you at home you refuse to open the door for me.Angy burst into tears, knowing she didn't have the courage to face the reality that she had been running from lately."If necessary, I'll stay here all day," he continued. You know that I will.-I do not want to see anybody! Do not you understand?-Why? Evan protested. What has happened to make you behave this way? He gave a sharp blow. I know you would do the same for me. Please, I want to see that you're okay."I'm not, Evan." I'm not at all well.-Are you sick?He wished it were so, but what he was dealing with was a veritable time bomb."Yes, I think so," he lied.After what seemed like an eternity, the frail woman opened the door, engulfed in an invisible cloud of dread."My God," Evan whispered, coming over to check Angy's outward appearance. Than…?"I already told you I didn't want you to see me like this."Evan grabbed her shoulders firmly, but not hurting her."What happened to you, Angy?" He asked, his eyes terrified. What happened?"I'm not sure," she said, looking away from him."Don't give me those." He shook her gently. Who did this to you?He said nothing, lengthening the awkward silence between the two. He grabbed her hand and gently tugged on her."Come on, we have to go to the hospital…" "No.-What do you say? You need a doctor to see you."I'm not going anywhere, least of all a hospital," he snapped. It is understood?
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The Measure Of Love - Book 2 66
The green and blue landscape was deep in his eyes. He felt a lump in his throat, as if returning that way did not bring him good memories. In reality, the island was beginning to become a catalyst for bad luck; first Dorian's accident and now her fainting.He went through the front door and into the living room, but there was no one there. Sure, her parents were in town, working, so she wouldn't be with someone for another few hours. He went up to his room and fiddled with his laptop, hoping to find a response from his friend to the email he sent him. Luckily, when she opened the inbox there was something written for her:
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A nice nurse with blonde hair and oversized glasses came into the room bringing the dinner tray with her. Angy would have liked to refuse since she wasn't hungry, but she wouldn't get anything that way, so she just put a good face on him while she prepared everything.-How are you? The nurse asked with a pretty smile.-Better thanks. And you?The lo
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She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by her entire family. The surroundings were cold, unfamiliar, and very white. He had no idea where the hell he was, but the image of the island came to his mind; the last thing she remembered was hearing her cell phone, but she didn't reach for it.His mother sat on the corner of the bed and refused to let go of his hand. His blue eyes were puffy; she had been crying, but Angy didn't know why."Oh, Angy," he whispered. You have finally woken up… "
The Measure Of Love - Book 2 63
She was sitting in front of the computer her father used to use when he was home. It was a little slow, but it would do. He had thought of emailing Evan; He had not heard from him since he returned to the island and wanted to inform him of his supposed progress, although if he could see for himself, the verdict would surely be different from the original.He typed for several minutes in front of the screen. He measured his words accurately so as not to announce between the lines anything that might worry him. Then he reread it about five times and felt satisfied.
The Measure Of Love - Book 2 62
Angy sat silently in the passenger seat of Nora's car. He was waiting for his sister to leave the house. As always, it took longer than necessary, and his ten minutes often turned into twenty. He kept his hands in his lap, clasped, like his random thoughts. It was a hell of a time keeping his mind clear. She had had a horrible night, crying nonstop until she fell asleep. The first thing he remembered when he opened his eyes was the exquisite appearance of Dorian dressed in that gray suit. He was so handsome… And of course, his attempts to clench his jaw and act naturally were eliminated on the spot. So long acting in his own life and now the forces began to weaken at the worst of times. He was strong, and he had to remain strong for the good of all. It couldn't fall apart, not anymore. As much as doubts bombarded her immune system and threatened to finish off every inch of her person, turning her h
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Nora had gotten up early; It wasn't customary, but that night had been different. His skin crawled every time he thought of Angy. He had never seen her that way, crying for someone, much less about a past love. He had become so weak that he had no choice but to promise her what he asked. He would not bring it up again, but there were still many questions in his head to answer. He did not understand his sister's eagerness to refuse to be happy. He had everything to be; if it was reciprocated, the rest was possible, but she was still determined to say no. At first glance it made no sense, but in the end it was something he couldn't remove; a promise was a promise and he would have to swallow his words so that the green gaze would not blur again. She didn't even look like herself. He always saw Angela as a strong woman, but with that damn theme the facade collapsed and she transformed into the opposite, into
