All he had lived had been an illusion. It was clear that he had been merely a toy that had soon tired and had decided to change to a pretty blonde, popular and mostly superficial.
As he walked away from there struggled to hold back the tears and especially the murderous impulses that always felt at the sight.
felt anger, especially because she knew that she as well as being the cause of his break now dedicated to generate a thousand rumors about her.
As Mary painted beside the Wicked Witch of the West was a saint. And the incredible thing was that people believed it.
But that made him behind her, the bitch never had the guts to mess with her in her face. It was believed the lies that she herself invented.
Thanks to Seaand gradually was becoming immune to the insults he used to say in its wake the people of the campus. At first it hurt to listen to your step pearls as a witch, satanic slut, whore ...
did not know what he had done to that girl for
would undertake such a campaign against it.hated the look of superiority that Mary always threw to enter class or hurtful remarks when he tried to bring something to it. I always got hurt.
the end to save pain had gotten used to not attract attention, to be a shadow of herself increasingly mired in his own darkness and no one seemed to mind.
were arrested on which she called "The Bridge of Sighs", a small bridge over a lazy river, hidden by a group of weeping willows. Always take refuge in him when he needed solitude.
Nobody would notice it, the park was almost empty. Only a clueless walking her dog or a stubborn child dared to visit him in such a day. She enjoyed when the park was so quiet.
leaned against the railing of the bridge and took off the silver ring that John had given him. I watch him and not realizing that I wanted, I did not have anything to do with him. I angrily threw the waters of the creek, smiling to see howdisappeared into the water.
was another attempt to break the chains that bound her to him even
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