Boomerang (English version)

Prologue

**Boomerang ©***By Yamina Blanc.*Like a boomerang thrown into the wind, love always comes back when you least expect it, bringing intertwined stories that return time and time again, reminding us that some connections are as inevitable as the return of that ancient artifact to which the heart resembles.

**PROLOGUE**

Going on vacation was always something I wanted to do, but as my family was hardworking, we never afforded ourselves that luxury. I had just turned 19, and this would be my first time. Although, in hindsight, I should have added "going on vacation" to my birthday wish list since I learned to talk. But better late than never, right? Though I guess the saying "it's never too late if the beach is beautiful" isn't so common.I'm from a small town in northern Uruguay, where almost everyone knows each other. Sometimes, walking the streets is like being on a fashion runway, but with a limited collection of models. You always bump into the same people and exchange greetings with the same forced smile. In that sense, vacations are a blessing; at least I can pretend not to know anyone for a while.Going on vacation to the country's coast, to the beach, to the sea, wasn't for many but for a select few or wealthy tourists. This time I would go with Nicole, my best friend, who had spent several summers in those parts, specifically in Punta del Este. She would always tell me stories of seeing Shakira, Ricky Martin, Bruce Willis, and other Hollywood stars, even the creator of Facebook, Mark Zuckerberg. I just hope Nicole didn't send him a friend request in person; that would be awkward.I was fantasizing about the possibility of seeing some of these celebrities, even from afar, and I was incredibly excited. Not to mention being able to enjoy the beach, the sea – which I must admit I had never seen before – and being able to dip my feet into the crystal-clear water thrilled me in an amazing way.Also, being able to go to nightclubs, meet people, meet guys, be a little naughty without anyone finding out – here in my town, if you did something, it even made it into the newspaper. Ah, the anonymity of vacations! We could do all that and more without worrying about the prying eyes of our nosy neighbors. But just in case, I think we should bring fake hats and giant sunglasses to keep our identities secret. We don't want our local fame to follow us to the beach.But everything that happened afterward wasn't in my plans. I never imagined what would happen to me that summer, never thought I could become the happiest or most miserable girl in the world. Well, I guess summer is like an ice cream of emotions – you have to deal with the sweet flavors and also the ones that melt quickly.Edward appeared in my life out of nowhere, coincidentally. Life brought us together in the same place despite coming from such distant places, with completely different customs and languages. The truth is, life has a strange sense of humor, as if it's an expert in creating awkward situations for us mortals to overcome.He was a wealthy English European, while I was Latina and had little to offer, at least that's what I thought back then.However, our lives began to intertwine in ways we had never imagined. Edward entered my life to stay, even in his absence, he was always present. It seems Edward and anxiety became best friends, because I could never be entirely sure if he was in my life or not.We were caught in a vicious circle from which it seemed neither of us could escape. Just like a boomerang returns to its thrower, our connection was so strong that even in moments of distance and conflict, our feelings found their way back.

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