Disaffection (Translated)

-What's going on? - he asked, leaning on the balcony's kitchen while she was making her cofffee.

-Nothing. Why's that? - she answer. But without taking her eyes off the newspaper that she was reading.

Loliness.

Abandonment.

Contempt.

-You are different. Barely speaking with me. You come from college, study, sleep.

-I'm tired.

Anger.

Lost of hope.

-You keep sayin that. Are you going to keep that way?

She just inhaled. Finished her coffee, got up and said:

-I need to go or I am going to be late. - said, getting off that place that was sucking her soul.

It was insustentable.

Couldn't do that anymore.

The lies, the misunderstandings, the meaningless conversations just to skip silence.. It was time for her to go, she knew that. But she was waiting;

-You spoke to him? - her lover asked her when he picked her up in fron of her apartment.

Cheating.

Infidelity.

Run away.

Freedom.

-Not yet. - after a quick kiss they went to college, in silence, just the music on the radio could be heard.

-You can do this. - he said, holding her hand and squeezing her when they stopped at college.

-I call you later.

She left. Got in her classroom. The only place that she felt that she could be herself.

-Mornin. What's new? - she asked her class room friends.

-Disaster. Starvation. Disaffection. Anger.  Thirst. - said her bf, ironic.

-That's not new. - she sat down.

-Exactly.

Tiredness.

The teacher got in the class room. Antropology. Spoke, said the homework. Left.

"Lunch today?" - her phone vibrated on her lap. Smiled.

"Time?"

"12h i'll pass by"

"Done" - answered.

At the same time, another message came up. But not from the same person.

"Wanna go to the movies this afternoon? I'll be home early"

She rolled her eyes.

"Can't. College paper."

Visualized.

Not answered.

-So, have any ideas about your final paper? - him  asked during lunch.

-What about infidelity? - both laughed. But nervously.

-It's a good theme. What about your book?

He was saying about some romance that she published a few months ago.

Nacionally and internacionally recognized.

-I hate romance.

-Me too. Mostly the forbid ones. - both laughed again, kissing each other.

Emotion.

Honesty.

Around 5 pm she went home. She knew he wasn't going to be there because of his futboll or something like that.

 Distrustfulness

Took a shower. Organized her stuffs. Waited.

She ended up sleeping on the couch and woke with keys on the door.

-Hi. - he said, getting in.

Went in her direction. A fast kiss.

Meaningless.

-I'm going to take a shower. Will be back in a few.

She just noded, waiting. He knew what was coming.

20 minutes. He came back. Sat next to her.

-How was class today?

-We need to talk..

A strange look. Scaried.

-I don't want to do this anymore.

-How come?

She sighed.

-I don't want it anymore. - repeated.

-But.. - stopped. Stuttered. - You are everything that I have. Stay, please. Stay.

-I can't do this anymore. I love you, but..

-SO! What's wrong? I can fix it. I'll do anything for you.

... i'm not in love with you anymore.

sucked words.

-You know I change. I always did everything.. Let's try again, please. I can't loose you.

Sighed.

Pityness.

-Ok.

And she stayed.

Once more.

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