Chapter 6
- Neither, he knew which way to ask her, he didn't know if he had done anything to bring her into that condition. Maybe she would have annoyed him by eating the clothes that the coma chose for her. Maybe, she didn't like that he made her a vegetable garden, maybe she thinks he wants to make her work.
- Esteban, I didn't understand why I was now a guest, I had such a confused face with a hint of fear.
- “Do you want more juice?”
- Before she could finish that word, she took the pitcher and poured it for herself. The eerie silence was muted by the clattering of silverware.
- It was a strange dance of glances, with somersaults and jumps of volume.
- Briana didn't quite understand how to deal with the situation. Although after a few hours of processing the food, her stomach began to complain about her protest of not eating.
- In the meantime, she helped to clean up Esteban. Esteban immediately looked at her sideways, a little confused and with a raised eyebrow.
- He had noticed that his guest had not eaten a single bite. That, in part, seemed strange to him. Briana was a woman who ate quite well.
- So at that moment, she stopped cleaning the wooden table and went over to the refrigerator. She took out a strawberry yogurt and poured it into a glass cup. He approached her and extended it to her.
- “You must be hungry, if you want I'll bake something for you.
- Briana looked at him in surprise. He didn't seem to be the boy who had frightened her so much a few minutes ago. She lost her clear eyes again and without hesitation took that glass of yogurt.
- Minutes later, they were both immersed in a preparation. She had some idea of cooking, although her sponge cakes had been basically made from a box. Those bizcochuelos, always impeccable, and straight in the supermarkets points which comales you had to fix some eggs, milk and beat and you were left with a perfect and perfumed spongy food.
- That preparation, which he was making, was far from what she knew.
- The first thing he did, under Brianna's watchful eye. He introduced three large eggs, and beat them for many minutes until they became foamy. After that process, he poured in a whole cup of white sugar, which he found quite sweet, to tell the truth. Despite his thoughts as usual, he could not say anything.
- He went back to whisking non”stop, even though he didn't have an electric mixer, but had a fork and his strong arm.
- “My mom, she taught me for many years to prepare sponge cakes, cookies, pastafrolas and other dessert preparations. I think it was a way of getting to know each other, a kind of ritual in which we were both very entertained. Until she, I was no longer in this life.
- Briana how she beckoned to him:
- "Why?"
- “Why did he die?”
- She nodded.
- “It was a little strange her death, As always with dad and my brother we moved many miles away points as you know, further ahead there are many Montes, and sometimes when come hard seasons comas where The frosts freeze you even what you can't eat with more you have no choice but to look for food.”
- "I'm sorry."
- “Don't be sorry, she's sure to be in a better place.”
- When he turned away, and left the oven on.de I couldn't help but versus the far, in the opaque glass of it. Sigh.com to that story reminded him a little more of his grandmother. She didn't want her to suffer some kind of heart attack because of her absence. But neither was she mentally prepared to face her family. Which would surely criticize her for running off after her failed wedding.
- However, she could find no other way to call her sad misfortune. She tried her best not to feel guilty, but guilt was a bitter pill that constantly visited her.
- She stood at the side of the kitchen. The sun caressed her pale face with subtlety. She couldn't help but linger for a few minutes, feeling quite comfortable, in that warm, harmonious sunshine.
- When suddenly, it moved away, and the cold of the house enveloped her in a silent embrace. She knew that sooner or later, she had to get away from that warm place and start helping.
- Esteban was cleaning the subway storage room. There he kept the vegetables, it was a very damp and cold place to tell the truth. He could see the perfect order, carrots lined up, from largest to smallest. All that in a kind of wooden boxes comas tip approached with curiosity, more to the side there were different types of vegetables as they are in perfect condition. Also almost crashed as a pumpkin that was hanging on the ceiling point I could not help but caress it with curiosity, his left hand groped long gracida of the shell, turning it carelessly.
- That one happened to fall, hitting her squarely on the head dot and it wasn't a light pumpkin, Brianna knew it the moment her eyes, closed.
- She didn't know where she was, what she did know was that she had taken a good hit. She lifted her right hand, and slid her fingers gently through her hair. He had a damp cloth, apparently it was ice. She couldn't help but let out a plaintive whimper, which was muffled on her thin lips.
- "Not even, I can't utter a single sound."
- She threw the mode of protest: a tender wooden vase, it lay on her bedside table. At that moment she felt quite frustrated, she felt useless. Hopelessness was slowly taking over her thoughts. Tears began to soak her cheeks, caressing, brushing and hugging her thin lips.
- She knelt down, pressing her knees to her chest. Sometimes she did that, even when she was a little girl. When her mother, not giving her an ounce of attention, she felt a little more restrained in doing this action. At the moment, though, it wasn't having the effect it usually did.
- Even though she was crying, even though her back was going into spasms of trembling: she still felt empty.
- Suddenly, she felt enveloped in a warm embrace. A warm body, something slender and soft to her clothes. As if she were a kind of stuffed animal, though with body heat of her own.
- “I'm here, don't cry Bri.”
- Briana as those words felt like an open invitation to keep crying. She could not hold back, the thousands of tears, which soaked her third face.She felt a little confused. The constant fears also took hold of her. She clung, more tightly, to that strong and muscular body against her.
- She looked up, and inadvertently found her nose pressed against Esteban's straight, masculine nose. Her breath hitched, in an uncertain moment, she could feel his breath crash against her thin lips. For some reason she didn't understand, it made her skin crawl.
- She tried not to let those feelings, which had momentarily taken hold of her, .
- He could not detect them. For that reason he pushed them away, subtly away from her body.
- He grimaced a little more cheerfully.
- She knew, in spite of everything, that her feelings were rather confused. He had never before, in his whole life, wanted someone so badly. But he didn't want to ruin the beautiful friendship they were creating by a simple action on her part.
- Esteban walked through the long corridors of his house. He went step by step, with his fist clenched tightly. He had not calculated very well the force he was exerting on his hand, since it began to bleed. As soon as he saw that gummy blood, he stood lost, staring at it for long minutes."What a beautiful color!"
- He lowered his hand, and went to clean it.