"Jaime, what are you doing? Are you going to bathe in the middle of the living room?" I heard Nadia's voice and tears streamed down my face. I wished to hear her beautiful voice again.
"Jaime?" Nadia's voice called again. "You're soaking Michelle's carpet; have you gone mad?" Nadia's voice sounded so clear.
'Yes, I am mad because of you, my love. My heart ached.'
The liquid in the bottle finally emptied, and I let the empty bottle drop. As my eyes opened, intending to look at Nadia one last time, I saw her sitting in front of me. I wiped my eyes. It seemed the chemical had affected my vision. I blinked a few times and looked again, and there was Nadia, staring at me strangely.
"Jaime! You splashed me too!" said Nadia, noticing her wet body.
Is she real?
