Avelina, a young bright mind that dreams of falling in love. When she was just a child she would lean back onto her bed and look at her star ceiling while she hugged her teddy bear close to her little body and would dream of her Prince Charming. He...
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SANTIAGO ___
Hurrying, I enter the vehicle making sure to not get any drops of rain in my suit. I HATE imperfections. When I'm seated in my vehicle, I see a shadow running from the corner of my eye. Facing the direction of the silhouette, my eyes come to land on a young girl running towards the direction of the Jones home. She's dishevelled with wet hair and clothes, her white dress shirt is now visible and I'm able to see the top of her breasts and the beige lace bra.
She greets her, what I'd assume to be her parents, with a kiss on the cheek. After she's greeted her mother she moves towards her father, she has to get on her tiptoes and her father leans down to be able to greet her. She's short, with thick thighs that are shown due to her small plaid skirt, she has long hair that flows down her back.
"Can we leave now?"
I hear the voice that I despise most, Elena. My soon-to-be ex-wife. I nod and move my attention to the driver. "We may leave now Karl, thank you." The car moves forward and I do not bother to look at Elena. I just stare straight ahead at the wet road and the pouring rain that hits against the glass window.
The hatred that I have for Elena is indescribable, but so is the amount of love I still have for her. I sometimes wish she would stay, but I know that sooner or later this marriage is meant to fail. There is nothing that would give me back the trust I once had in her.
