_Son $ 50 ...
_ 50?
He looked somewhat angry. She felt used and probably was. _It
that are out ... Brighton ...
was silence. Less than a month ago, were much more than unknown known ...
She paid and he delivered the package. Felt cheated, he had never charged
do anything. It was the first time. But then there were friends and had paid much more for her ... _ Anything else?
_No, then I'm fine, thanks ...
He smiled, complicit participant in a illegal operation and hypocritical ... totally hypocritical and above, opportunistic.
was waved by far _darse a kiss or shake hands would have been far more false actions which were realizando_. He pulled away, walking toward a car that was carrying whitish millions of stories, laughter and seriousness. Ever, that car had been a therapy office.
opened the door. It looked so alien ... the car door, the neighborhood ... himself. Was introduced in this and, before closing the door, smiled, confident, hiding, perhaps, nostalgia or anger or forgiveness or blame a vague ...
She looked puzzled, extrañadísima. He was at the peak of absolute depersonalization. That had been for years a friend or a brother or a psychologist without a license. Then it was nothing more than an anonymous personality and she was just a fictional character, perhaps nonexistent.
"Times are changing," he said to himself ... he hated that kind of changes ... had gone through so many ... and had suffered at all.
He waved his hand, for simple courtesy. They had lost the friendship, but never respect. She did not react. Had recorded the greeting, but he would not answer it. Feared that this "goodbye" to mean "goodbye" ... _
Are not you going to say hello? _preguntó, impatient, not realizing that maybe this time it was the last time I spoke with her.
She regained consciousness and looked him in the present.
_Perdón _le dijo_, did not recognize you ... I've changed a lot ...
Text by Poyo Skalari
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