Noir

A veces, todavía trataba de comprender por qué le había hecho esto.

Algunas noches creía que aún podía sentir el dolor, la oleada aguda y creciente, la asfixia amarga que se aferraba a su garganta desde dentro, el silencio resquebrajando el grito en su interior.

Otras, se quedaba despierta pensando a cuántas otras personas les había pasado, durante cuánto tiempo habían creído a aquel que les decía serenamente que no existía ninguna otra manera, que las cosas eran -directamente- siempre así.

Otras veces, sencillamente deseaba matarlo. Sinceramente.


Y, de vez en cuando, se echaba a llorar, tal vez sin causa alguna.


Sometimes, she still tried to understand why he had done this to her.

Some nights she believed she could still feel the pain, the acuting incresing wave, the bitter asphyxia that clung to her throat from the inside, the silence cracking the scream deep down.

Others, she stayed awake thinking about how many people had gone through this, how much time they had believed that one who told them calmly that there was no other way, that things were -plainly- always like this.

Other times, she simply wanted to kill him. Sincerely.


And, from time to time, she started to cry, perhaps for no reason at all.