ly the shop was always full of people-, and my mother had had to go out to request some special orders at the insistence of some customers. If I was in her place I would have simply sent t

sad about being alone, I

-who had already been with me for several wee

d with a smile he said to me: "I'm leaving for a few hours, I've got so

ft. And I'm not going to lie

Every time I remembered him it got more and more on my nerves. In all honesty, whether it took him a long time to co

f tea I held calmly in my hands, watched as the steam of the wa

nce again, reminded me of how

e me alone. Just remembering that moment, made my stomach

.

offee -tea in my case- at one of my favourite coffe

that we would have fun laughing at our silliness and I could always see in those cold grey eyes, a gleam of affection and fondness that he only professed

eemed different, ver

to be, this time they seemed to be lost in the cityscape, watching the people passing by through the window of the establis

hard day. But my heart was a different story, because many times he would always

ve happened that he was in that state

I made my first

one of concern instantly, and my hand unconsciousl

to him at that moment made my chest

ich did not reflect that spark of warmth I had felt so many times-. Empt

hing wasn't right. And yes, clear

ween them, the liquid inside was in constant movement, while my eyes had broken the connection between our g

een cheerful, reassuring and calm with me, had now become a cold, distant voice, a c

d out what he wanted to tell me, at that moment I wanted to go deaf and not listen to him. But, summoning up my willpower, I raised my eyes to mee

racted and one of my legs had begun to tremble as I returned my gaze to th

m my lips. I didn't understand, and who could u

so that they could listen carefully to our conversation. I felt bad about it, I felt the rage co

cause I didn't want to believe what I was hearing, it wasn't po

resting on mine to get me to calm down somehow. Once again I looked up and saw him,

umstances. "That's not a valid excuse for you to want to break up with me, have I not I loved you enough?, have I not shown you things I've never s

hat," he said, looking aw

is hands, I didn't want to cry, but I could feel

his eyes and separate

supporting him so much? After telling him things I hadn't even told to Akane? After I had given h

s to see me at any moment. After biting my lower lip and suppressing my urge to cr

I didn't want to have all those

grabbed my arm, forcing m

me with that expression? Why were you loo

e one who was breaking my heart. Why was he holding me back? Why

et go of his grip and turned to walk out the door as I heard his voice

t of the street, the river of tears started to flow down, people were loo

ed to lie in bed and wake up

arriving home in the blink of an eye. My mother, who was in the living room, the moment she saw

rmed inside me. And when I felt sheltered in her arms, I didn't hold back any longer: I screamed, I sobbed, I shouted, I complain

.

at the desk chair that separated me from the clien

ing that I had no messages

see that the sky was quite cloudy. «Just like that day...» I though

my cheeks several times to wake myself up, I moved my neck from side to side to make it crack and after hearing the "cra

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ved with the remaining orders, she only had to make a few phone calls to the remaining customers. As there was so little work left, the older woman asked her to go home, as she would also have to continue with the work she had been assi

er pyjamas. But she did not stop and lie down on the bed, but sat down at her desk and ma

an to slowly grow heavy and close. Her breathing began to slow down and a soft smile formed on

though perhaps she

at the sound of that mocking voice an

irl's flat stomach-, was that beautiful dark furred feline, who

yed in your world," sh

ind you again you have to pass on to me," he rested his head on

o tell you any wishes, and

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room, forcing me to close my eyes, but as soon as it faded, I could see those toxic

rning formed on my left side, I tried to push him away by pl

p my jumper and showed that mark that looked more like a tattoo

here's something you want, but you don't want to tell me. We're not asking for th

id with a noticeable blush on my cheeks at the first

what you want! If you didn't want me here, you s

ight, I had got myself into th

was a

xually harassing me at every turn. I wouldn't even believe t

u'll see ho

e had told me how to summon a demon to leave me alone for a whil

new it would work. And now here I am, with

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t demon came into her life - wore around her neck. The jet-haired boy turned

nd shook her head, «I'll ne

didn't know what that girl had in mind-. And, with a triumphant smile -which made the boy frown-, she got up from her bed and left the room, goi