When night falls outside these walls, darkness envelops those who are inside. A parade starts, during which each walker proudly goes to his master, who has no power in the light. The beauty lies in the mutual respect that exists between the members: no one invades the intimacy of the other. Nobody looks, nobody meets, without ever having agreed. Anna must have already brought her gift, and now that it's late at night, I can act undisturbed.
Now impatient, I leave my bed to return there more serene. Initially, I was afraid that we didn't have a bathroom in the room, but fortunately there is still a bit of care for individual freedoms. I kneel at what looks like an altar into which to pour parts of myself, touch the right strings, and get rid of the poison I'm forced to ingest before it can kill me. I let dissatisfaction, malice, excess, and any other bad guest come out, and I do it with such tranquility that I don't make any noise. But tonight I have to apologize to my master. I owe him an apology because I'll inevitably have to give him fewer gifts. His Aurora must understand that she must stay in a corner where she can't be seen, to go out only when she can. I'm not sure I'll have the strength, I'm not sure I'll be able to be that good, but I have to try.
I wipe the tears of regret for what I'll be forced to do, already feeling a strong melancholy. I leave the bathroom and, before going to sleep, I sit on the ground anchoring my feet to the bed.
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Aurora's Shadow
RomanceAurora, forced into an eating disorder clinic at 17 years old, decides to find a compromise not to remain under observation. Her choices will lead her along a path full of lies, pain, unspoken anger, and false joys until, at the age of twenty, Tyler...
