The moon was specially shinny that night, made me feel confident.
I took the knife and walked into our room. He was sleeping quietly, looked like an angel. I could have stared at him forever, but that had to stop, it was a sick obsession.
I didn’t hesitate longer, made a delicate movement and started cutting my stomach slowly. The knife made a soft sharp sound. He turned around half asleep.
The blood was everywhere, flowing naturally. He smiled. We both knew that was just the beggining.
¡Hola!
ResponderEliminarBueno, confieso que mi inglés no es el mejor, jajaja, pero pude ententer y está interesante :)
Si tenés tiempo te invito a pasar por mi blog, que es nuevo, y lo inauguré contando cómo fue el recital de Mika en el Hot Festival :D
Espero que lo leas y te guste :)
Acá está: http://unmundoalterado.blogspot.com/2010/12/mika-una-explosion-de-colores-y-musica.html
Besotes!