Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Measure Of Love Is To Love Without Measure - Book 1: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Not even in his worst nightmares could he have come across something like this, so he fled as fast as he could. Angela was on the verge of perishing if it weren't for something inside her forced her to react, cornered like a wild animal, breaking all possible rules. Even his heart was beating like crazy inside his chest, sending waves of blood on fire throughout his body, as he felt a practically unbearable heat, peeking out of his skin and without any intention of leaving. She didn't think twice to shoot off, quick as a bullet. She felt that it was a matter of life or death, so she chose the easy way, going out the window of her old room, feeling like a stranger in what was once her home.The images followed one anothe

Always had wanted to believe it was the perfect man, despite his many and varied defects. He had literally trained himself in body and soul to be someone in life, and sometimes he managed to forge in his brain the idea that he was, a man of profit, admired by everyone who yearned to be like him.That night, however, he had not been able to sleep, since he had been the biggest surprise of his whole life, and the foundations on which the last six months of his busy existence had been laid had moved dangerously, shaking a present that so much he had been determined not to let it escape. He was at his house, on the outskirts of the city, in the north, where the houses are the same and the neighbors are good people. Mir

He liked to work when no one was around. He used to be the first to arrive and the last to leave, taking advantage of those harmonious moments of silence to think about everything that mattered to him. Dorian worked downtown, doing what he liked best. He owned a recording studio, and he could be able to spend days there without going out, creating great quality music. And the thing is that despite being the boss, he adored to contribute his bit, working side by side with his colleagues, faithful friends for years. He was a music producer, in charge of transforming the songs and giving him his particular point of view, changing parts or structures if he considered it appropriate, in addition to controlling and supervising the sessions of each recording. He also had great skill with endless instruments, but his favorite since childhood had always been the piano, since from the day he discovered himself mesm

He was getting used to airplanes. After all, they didn't seem so insecure. The night was especially dark so Angy opted to lower the small blind on the window. He didn't like heights too much, so the best he could do was sleep.He opened his eyes at the right moment. He groped his left wrist for the watch. Apparently he had slept all those hours at a stretch, and without the help of pills. As soon as he left the airport, he raised his hand to hail the taxi that had just materialized at the side of the pavement. He got in the back and pointed the man in the direction of his house.

He had been up there a long time. It was very cold but that was no longer relevant. Angela had taken refuge in the only place that no one visited except her. The roof of the building was dark, at the expense of the few lights that reflected the neighboring windows.Her neck was hidden behind a thick scarf and her hands were spread out on the concrete edge, her body leaning slightly forward, leaning on the ledge. He didn't move a bit when he heard the access door up there open. The only one who could know he was there was Evan, so he didn't need to say his name. He sighed twice in a row and bowed his head even more.