Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Virginity

After Amy's arrival at my home, everything was a little different and uncomfortable, Rita kept her company much of the time to guide her in many things that she needed or that were her basic needs, such as knowing where the food or pasta was. teeth, for example, however, after a few days with the news of Anna's trip and the confirmation that she was finally with her uncle and aunt, everything calmed down a bit more and the tension was less. I won't lie when I say that on some days it was hard for me to believe that she was with me, but on others I just waited until I closed her eyes to watch her sleep from the door of her room until the sun came up. Her face so still and calm of hers inspired me peace and made me believe that not only was she fine, but that she was not being tormented. It was a matter of time before she stopped crying until she fell asleep or for the nightmares to end, she smiled again and although many times that little concern tried to seep into me when I looked at her for a few seconds, I managed to notice how her gaze was lost among so many thoughts. She could spend hours sitting in front of the window looking at nothing, without eating or moving, just being there, feeling so lost, being tortured by memories. I caressed her hair very carefully so as not to wake her up on certain occasions and I wondered the exact moment in which she had gotten under my skin, in the depths of my thoughts, how with a simple smile she had even taken over the air. that breathed

The involuntary movements would wake me up from the fantasy and I would notice that she was having another nightmare, she would screw up her face and breathe in fear as she sobbed almost to the point of screaming. She would gently run my hand up her arm and begin to hum a lullaby as she tried her hardest to cuddle her without waking her up, my mother always used to do when I was a child and it worked great. Her face softened and she just let herself be carried away by the melody, falling back into a deep sleep. She snuggled into me and that made me think how stupid I had been to her before, ¿how come she was still comparing Amy to Loran? Amy would never be like that viper, manipulative and treacherous, Amy managed to get the best of me, she had shown me the true value that she possessed and what she could become if she proposed it to me.

I left her room once more and remembered what my life had been like before her, everything I had done just for a broken heart was incredible. I also remembered how the vision I had that afternoon had impacted me, seeing her cry for hours and how her eyes swelled and reddened, I could hear her moan very close to my ear, a hurt and heartbreaking moan. I touched my chest to feel the weight of her face resting on it again and how she clung tightly to me as if she were afraid of being consumed by that problem, I also remembered her rapid breathing and how she fainted on the floor from exhaustion.

The memory tore at my heart and I couldn't even think again that something like this could have really happened if I didn't go after her. I went back to her room with the little scare on my chest and looked at her once again asleep in her bed. A small smile appeared on my face when I saw her tender face resting on the pillow and I just continued to close the door and lie next to her delicately without breaking the space of respect between us.

I didn't want to bother her or wake her up, I just settled in front of her and continued to watch her for a while until I closed my eyes. Even though there were still many things to solve, I could sleep peacefully keeping in mind that she was safe with me. I was willing to give all my fortune and goods just to see her always smile, to have her by my side, to watch her sleep every night or listen to her talk about her for hours and hours funny inconsistencies, I just needed to protect her.

... And to think that the same hands that wish her good, are the same ones that can become her destruction ...

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The next day I felt the sun's rays kick my face mercilessly, my eyes hurt so much that my veins were still throbbing, I wished with all my might that all this had been a bad dream... or maybe it was and it still wasn't I noticed it. I felt as normal as every morning, I could feel my bed, the light coming through my window, that silent tranquility. Perhaps, if it was a bad dream, although for some strange reason I didn't stop feeling sad, something weighed on my conscience and my heart was still empty. Without opening my eyes, I touched the ring finger of my right hand hoping not to feel anything, but yes, that damn ring was there. It wasn't a dream or a nightmare, it was real life, it wasn't fiction or some strange story in my head, I was going to get married in just a few months to a bad and manipulative person who would go above everything and everyone to get what I wanted. that he wanted no matter what he had to do just to keep his pride intact. It saddened me to feel that piece of metal on my finger because it reminded me of the big problem I was in and I had no ideas or time for anything, neither to run away or to die, at least I would enjoy my last good moments in my room, I would miss that annoying light in the morning, in addition to the scandal of my neighbor's dogs every night, but without a doubt I would miss the peace that I got so much in my room or that smell of man... ¿Man? I was amazed inside by that strange perfume in my room, I never bought a man's perfume or scent, I quickly opened my eyes and next to me was the body of a person. With one hand holding a book and with the other securing my back to his stomach, I looked up a little and there he was. It was Sebastian reading a book, he didn't remember having slept with him but definitely waking up next to him had been the best feeling of all.