He remembered all those moments when he could be happy with the person he really loved, away from all the luxuries and money, he remembered how he had fallen in love with someone so handsome but he did not see everything he had done to have her by his side. Side reaching such a point that it became an obsession. A perfect obsession.
Her tears fell incessantly down her cheeks yearning to be released, begging the blonde to let her go, something that would not happen. Carefully she took a piece of glass and began to cut the rope that tied her behind the chair. The blonde entered as always, flawless and when he saw her he gave her a smile, it felt so good to have her for him for a whole month and he felt better knowing that she would be with him forever.
He carefully wiped away the girl's tears and placed a soft kiss on her lips and then left a lock of hair behind her ear.
—No more crying, everything is better now. Now you will see that we are going to get married and everything will turn out wonderfully—the girl's eyes widened —from tomorrow you will be the Lord's wife…
—Can I go out now?—He said interrupting him, looking at her with a fake smile.
—Only if you promise not to run away because ... you can't leave—the girl nods and starts to cry again, the blonde clicks his tongue and takes out a handkerchief to dry the tears—... don't cry before we will be husband and wife as you had dreamed—the girl manages to untie herself, her hands cling to the chair.
—No, I didn't dream of that. You dreamed about it, I don't want to marry you! — the boy takes her roughly by the jaw, realizing that the woman was crying, he lets go of her and begins to walk in circles.
—You are going to marry me—he says trying to stay calm, turning his back to the girl, she grabs the chair with force and begins to hit him hard until she realizes that he only has the leg of the chair in his hand and a nail that protruded, the boy grabbed her by the hips and put her against the wall, reassuring her but the girl could not take it anymore and drove the nail into her neck causing the boy to release her to hold the wound where it was bleeding profusely. ..
Bravely he took another stick from the chair and hit it for the last time causing the child to fall to the ground, when he managed to open the door he looked at the child for the last time, the child held the wound with great determination so that it would not bleed anymore while he watched how he walked away letting the air take his name: Andrea.