With swollen eyes, I decided to come home. Mom is busy tending her orchids in the garden and my dad is at the veranda fixing the broken light bulb that has been flickering since last night. They must be pretty engulfed with what they are doing because they didn't notice me coming in. It's fine. This way they won't see how awful my face is after crying for an hour. I go straight to my room, lock the doors, I stare at the ceiling and contemplate things. I think about various reasons why Hernan did not show up or why I haven't heard from him since then. After some time, my head starts to throb. I fall asleep in my dirty clothes and skip dinner.
For a while, I struggle to keep myself occupied and think less of Hernan and his whereabouts. Though I keep checking the mail, hoping one of them is from him. I occasionally ask my parents if they know where his family is now. Even the workers at the place where Hernan's father was assigned don't have the slightest idea. After some time, I stop asking. I stop trying to figure out where he could be or maybe he's already dead. I thought, if Hernan is my best friend, he'll come. He knows where to find me and I won't disappear. I'll wait for him right here.
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Before Nightfall
NouvellesA promise abandoned by time, but was never forgotten. Will Aurora and Hernan see the sunset one more time, or was 60 years ago the last one...
