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Mark Ryden If you leave me, I can not stand it ...
damn Those were the words that Agnes gave before leaving cafeteria.
He said it without thinking, without understanding its meaning, with a grimace disguised in a hostile tone. Were sentenced unwittingly become the star of his own misfortune. Rain accompanied
pain Agnes. Fell as much water on the streets of the city, the world seemed to be close. It was like witnessing a new flood led by the hand of God.
Soaked and heart shot, the girl walked away from the cafeteria in which Leo, the man she loved dearly, had fired her.
If you leave me, I can not stand it ... had said Agnes. But Leon did not succumb to the pain of the young. He wanted to be strong and leave a woman who had become obsessed with a perfect relationship, and a perfect man. That did not exist for him.
When that same night, Agnes undressed to take a hot bath, he discovered a small wound near her left breast. Not recall being given any coup, but ... did not give too much importance. He went into the water and closed his eyes hoping to retain in his mind the image of Leon.
The next morning, the wound had grown bigger and it looked terrible. It was as if a knife had torn the delicate skin of Agnes to try to penetrate to the heart. She cured
strange injury that plagued most of his chest, and carefully covered it with a bandage. I was hoping to disappear just as it had appeared. However, far from Agnes's desire fulfilled, something happened that intensified the gravity of what was happening.
Leon was sitting in the cafeteria always taking their habitual tea green with a touch of anise. To see through the large window, she stopped and laid his hands on the glass, but Leo, distracted browsing through a newspaper, did not look, did not notice her presence, even made as if to remember ... was when the wound started to bleed ...
Agnes could not keep walking. Was weak and his chest ached intensely. He returned to his home where his body stripped again and ripped the bandages covering the wound. As I did, I could not stop thinking about Leon in his face, his touch, in his words, the smell ... I did not want to forget ... And the wound bled
... increasingly
Agnes fell to the ground, beaten almost to death. He could only see through the mirror, as his image was fading slowly, getting the cold darkness that wanted to catch your body forever.
If you leave me, I can not stand it ...
Agnes realized that his obsession had killed Leon.
He said it without thinking, without understanding its meaning, with a grimace disguised in a hostile tone. Were sentenced unwittingly become the star of his own misfortune. Rain accompanied
pain Agnes. Fell as much water on the streets of the city, the world seemed to be close. It was like witnessing a new flood led by the hand of God.
Soaked and heart shot, the girl walked away from the cafeteria in which Leo, the man she loved dearly, had fired her.
If you leave me, I can not stand it ... had said Agnes. But Leon did not succumb to the pain of the young. He wanted to be strong and leave a woman who had become obsessed with a perfect relationship, and a perfect man. That did not exist for him.
When that same night, Agnes undressed to take a hot bath, he discovered a small wound near her left breast. Not recall being given any coup, but ... did not give too much importance. He went into the water and closed his eyes hoping to retain in his mind the image of Leon.
The next morning, the wound had grown bigger and it looked terrible. It was as if a knife had torn the delicate skin of Agnes to try to penetrate to the heart. She cured
strange injury that plagued most of his chest, and carefully covered it with a bandage. I was hoping to disappear just as it had appeared. However, far from Agnes's desire fulfilled, something happened that intensified the gravity of what was happening.
Leon was sitting in the cafeteria always taking their habitual tea green with a touch of anise. To see through the large window, she stopped and laid his hands on the glass, but Leo, distracted browsing through a newspaper, did not look, did not notice her presence, even made as if to remember ... was when the wound started to bleed ...
Agnes could not keep walking. Was weak and his chest ached intensely. He returned to his home where his body stripped again and ripped the bandages covering the wound. As I did, I could not stop thinking about Leon in his face, his touch, in his words, the smell ... I did not want to forget ... And the wound bled
... increasingly
Agnes fell to the ground, beaten almost to death. He could only see through the mirror, as his image was fading slowly, getting the cold darkness that wanted to catch your body forever.
If you leave me, I can not stand it ...
Agnes realized that his obsession had killed Leon.
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