Chapter 4:Little Face

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A small smile appears on my face. Soon Duda will be here with me and I will be able to try to better understanding the situation I am in. I let out a long sigh. With that same discomfort present in my chest, Valentina's words resonate again in my mind. My face is still scarred by tears, I feel the trails they left on my skin. A reminder of how complicated this is all being. It's not easy for anyone, but it's been worse for me. Can any one put themselves in my shoes? I just woke up one day and instead of going to school like normal teenager, I found out I am married and have a child. I forgot about sixteen long years. How could I get used to it instantly?

I am not selfish, I am confused. It's unfair how everyone seems to be charging me of something I am not at fault, if I don't remember anything right? No one can judge me for not knowing how to deal with all this. Not even the doctors have been able to explain what's going on. I get up from the couch, frantic thoughts. I need to organize my mind, but right now the biggest need is to take a shower, before my best friend arrives.

As I climb the stairs, I hear my own footsteps echo through the extremely white walls in addition to all the white decoration. Do we have a fetish for this color? And all silence of this place bothers me a lot. Valentina did not comment on me having a job didn't even leave me any reminders. Do I spend my days at home, doing nothing, and I am supported by her? I can't see myself in that position. I always wanted to grow up and have my independence, no matter if I would be married or not.

The bath was relaxing, the water was great and helped me to be a little more relaxed. After finishing it, I left the bathroom and headed towards the closet. I wasn't sure if the clothes I pick up from some drawers was my own, especially the inner wears. Properly dressed, I head back to the bathroom to place my towel next to another that was hanging. I knew that was mine, because I had "L.A." embroidered on it. It could be "Luiza Albuquerque". It seems like the other part of me really liked to flaunt Valentina's last name. That's surreal to me now.

When I sit on the couch in the TV room, only then do I realize how comfortable it is. Now, I understand why Leo and Valentina love to lie here. Sitting there, I try, inexperiencedly, to force my mind. Nothing, not a measly reminder of the slightest possible things. I feel heartbroken and I know I'll be soon crying again, but the sound of the doorbell cheers me up.

- "Duda" I get up from the couch and run towards the door. I look forward to seeing her again. There's a huge smile on my face as I turn the doorknob, but I open my mouth, incredulous, when I saw it.

- "Fuck!" She's always had a phenomenal body, but it seems like the years have done her a lot good. Not to mention her face with womanly features. A unique beauty, which has always been hers alone.

- "Look, it looks like someone has sworn again," she jokes and let's out a laugh. I'm too shocked to have any other reaction than to be paralyzed. Duda had a beautiful body when we were still young, but seeing her now, I realize that she has become an exceptional woman.

- "What look is that? Do I need to remind you that we're not going to have sex again?"

- "What are you... again?" I scream, completely incredulous, and quickly stop staring her beautiful body, fixing my gaze on her face. She has her typical debauched face of boredom, and I can't believe we ever did that in life.

- "You've really lost your memory. Just so you could forget we had it all in bed," she boasted, swinging her short hair and pointing at herself.

- "Duda... I... We...? Like..." I'm stuttering, such is my surprise at that revelation. Or could you say my horror? I was trying to assimilate that. And while I was thinking, the idiot in front of me burst into laughter. I frowned.

- "It's still so easy to fool you". She wouldn't stop laughing.

- "Come here, Lil"

- "I hate you" I grumble, dumbfounded. She keeps laughing and walks towards me, but I walk away.

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