Semua Bab Immeasurable Love - Book 4: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"He shouldn't even be here," she sobbed. Everyone thinks I'm far away, back to the theater, but actually, I'm doing this…"Doesn't it make you happy?"-You know what I mean. It is a dream come true to be able to have you close again, but it has gotten out of hand. I have no idea how we're going to get out of this situation. He unconsciously clenched his fists. And what hurts me the most is admitting that, one way or another, I knew this was going to happen. I was trying to fool myself, but every time I saw you the urge to forge

The restaurant was like displaying a luxurious glass of champagne; They were at the bottom, where the color seems more intense, but for sure, the flavor is also striking, medium sweet, bitter, a curious mixture of entities, only in that case, the mixture was highly explosive: the tension was in Magnification and this pair of strangers, placed face to face, avoided looking at each other, sharing any reference point and ignoring the fact that they were already lost before even trying to find each other."How's work going?" Dorian's question was not exactly brilliant but worse was the silence that, on the other hand, was thunderous.

The dark gate at the entrance was closed. Dorian had to wait what seemed like an eternity to get through. He parked the car in the worst way and in a matter of seconds he entered the lobby, where the imperious silence reigned; seemed to be mocking him. Truth be told, he had the impression that almost everything around him did. He let out a long breath and entered the living room. He turned on the lights but snapped them off. He preferred to keep in the dark, because that is precisely what was happening. Things couldn't get any worse, and of course black was the perfect color to minimally describe how bad he felt about himself, with his decisions, with his irrepressible fear of hurting her.He went upstairs and went into

He had all his attention focused on his right hand; it was on the verge of brushing his cheek, but after all he had suffered, he knew he was not worth touching. Dorian was there, asleep on the bed in one of the secondary rooms. Despite everything, it was the first night they slept under the same roof but in different beds. His serene face rested on the pillow; his chest heaved lightly, typical of those who still sleep. He'd done her all the damage in the world and more and she was still melting just from watching him. He was a wayward sentimental tug of war. It made no sense at all of that and yet she had gotten up cautiously so as not to wake him up and thus be able to contemplate him. At first, she assumed he would no longer be home, but finding him asleep there, she felt at least an iota of relief for a split second. He sat bolt upright and stifled a pitiful sigh. What was he doing with his life? Had h

His spine cracked due to the extreme position he assumed when he realized what he was seeing. He had been standing there for so long, staring at the ground and consuming himself inside with thoughtless thoughts, that he hadn't noticed what was happening just a few feet beyond his position. I thought it was an illusion, or at least I wanted it to be, but the truth is that that woman who was leaving the hotel at that moment gave off the undeniable piece of reality. Her dark hair, as well as her elegant and slender demeanor gave her away. Her gait was named after him, so he didn't need to wonder if it was really her. I could have distinguished it in the midst of a million people. He definitely knew it was his sister when he realized he was already following her. It had been something automatic, instantaneous. His feet had kicked in before his brain even gave the command. His throat was dry and the engine tha