I was afraid to come home and fall into that deep sleep that led me to a reality created by my fragile mind. I hated being the weak girl when I had her in front of me or when my imagination brought her with me.
Tonight the apartment was particularly cold, and there was only the noise of the radio accompanying me as I opened the pizza box bought along the way in our favorite restaurant. Unconsciously I continued to carry out the same routine of adolescence, I used to buy in the same places, She still ordered the same flavor of ice cream since then, frequented the same bookstore and stopped by the flower shop that she loved every morning and where I officially bought my first bouquet of roses when she turned 19 and we escaped to a small town far from the world and from our families.
