10 enero 2018

The perfume of betrayal

She liked to see it coming. She would come up to him, kiss him and ask how the day had gone. However, one day it was delayed. She saw him arrive. He came close, kissed him as usual and a faint perfume of flowers pierced his heart. Then she knew it and the rivers of lies began after three o' clock and the guilty silences at lunchtime, until one day he did not return. She kept his memories that made her a little happier.

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