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"I'm so sorry," he comments, grabbing my cheeks.

—You shouldn't apologize, in any case I'm the one who has to apologize—I lower my gaze.

"I will never forgive Matthew for this, I just don't do anything for you," he says.

Our bodies begin to sweat, I can feel the heat of his body with mine, I rest my head on his shoulder and leave it there for 2 seconds, his intoxicating perfume with a hint of sweet smell fascinates me.

His soft hand takes mine and with a smile I know he is about to say something — Let's go to the park.

"To what?" she asked hesitantly.

"Well, let's walk and talk more comfortably," he replies.

More by force than desire he accepted her request, grabbed a pink sweater and we left; I look everywhere but I can't find my mother, she wasn't in her room or the kitchen <<Where will she be>> I just go out and start walking, the sun starts to set, the sky turns a little orange as it sets slowly so that the moon is positioned in the same place.