Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Ghosts

8 years ago...

— Sorry. — I heard a hoarse voice while I felt a push on my back.

It had gone by so fast that I couldn't even see her face, it had just left an exquisite smell in the air of a very strong combination of mint and cigarettes. He quickly entered the doctor's office with a darkened face without looking back or anywhere else, he had a neutral face and lost eyes.

I could assume from all the time that the doctor was not seeing anyone else that he was late, many of the patients who were sitting in the waiting room began to murmur complaining about the time they had been there.

I hated my doctor not only because he would cheekily stare at my mother's breasts but also because he used to meddle in very private matters at inappropriate times, regardless of the ridiculous jokes he made to keep quiet for a second, he had serious anxiety when talking. My mother had many hobbies and occurrences and she could not refuse me to go alone because she loved her so much, for my luck it was a monthly visit that lasted very little thanks to my great ability to not make friends.

This time I was a bit angry because I had to wait 10 minutes longer than usual, minutes that I was able to make good use of in other ways. I couldn't keep calm and the only thing that kept me from running was that I could think of other things when I was pacing.

However, that stumble left a small thorn that spread throughout my body, my mind reminded my nose of that peculiar smell that emanated from her jet-black hair. I walked a bit to the water filter to reduce anxiety and she stopped right in front of me in silence, she looked at me with her big absorbing eyes like a black hole that never quenches her thirst and then she apologized with a very low and embarrassed voice. to then leave without allowing me to respond.

Her beauty was not exceptional, her gaze did not possess any fleeting sparkle and her smile was a bit irregular for the expression she always had, but there was an essence in her aura that she had achieved magnetism. A kind of energy that seemed to be compatible with mine, as if the chemistry had mixed in the exchange of glances, ignoring any type of variants or catastrophe that such a nomenclature could produce.

She turned for the last time looking at me curiously and then followed her way with a very sensual and rude movement. My eyes remained lost for a few seconds remembering how those black clothes fit her and highlighted her pale skin, she had a very rock style, but at the same time subtle, a very unusual style for city girls. My mother gently pulled my hand to take me to the doctor's office and bring me back to reality in a vortex of memories.

That day I had not been able to stop thinking about her, she haunted every part of my being and I felt a bittersweet taste in my mouth, as if I really wanted to see her again, I had never been close or notorious towards a girl. She had many friends who studied with me, but she had always seen them as sisters, I had never stopped to think about how attractive the opposite sex could be, even when I lacked experience. Over the days that intense feeling remained in my chest leaving me completely out of control, I was restless.

Mike had been my best friend since we were in kindergarten, that friendship continued into our teens, he had been honored for discovering the online tracking method for the California Department of Investigation, his algorithm had been so effective that he had won a scholarship at one of the best universities in the country and had already secured a vacancy in the criminal investigations body at just 16 years old, and although I wasn't as smart as he used to take him everywhere with me. I had friends who used to party and drink all weekend even though that wasn't my thing and Mike made friends in the police department and criminal investigations which made it easy for him to get into any file he wanted. I'd like.

It wasn't difficult for one of them to find her address and information about that girl just by describing her and mentioning the common place where we were.