The weather was cloudy the seguinte day. It was full of sadness and desperation. No word with Robert, no call from Patrick, no news from Emma. I was back to the same situation at the first time in Robert’s house, only worst. Being tortured por guilt which was the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. Killing my husband, betraying my friend what kind of person am I? I myself started to wonder whether I’m good or bad person. I wanted to leave with Patrick mais than anything. I couldn’t take it anymore being very much locked in the house.
The dia was very sad. I had a feeling that a tragedy...

In the middle of the sea, I saw myself. Looked around me and saw nothing but water. Going inside, breath is being taken away from me, but I wasn’t fighting. Suddenly Robert appeared with a white horse like a knight his horse was swimming like a boat. He reached his hands shouting “Take my hand Karen” But I didn’t. I smiled then drowned into the deep sea. I woke up feeling that I have drowned for real, and that I couldn’t breathe anymore. Air hardly going into my lungs, a shout went out of my mouth. And Robert was in the room with in two seconds. I looked at him with no word. What...

That hug and this conversation was the beginning of the end in my life out of prison. Though it was very beautiful, very romantic, and seemed very right it was wrong. It turned to daily visits at nine o’clock sharp, when we were sure Robert would be picking up Ellen. We used to spend an hora of love, me in his arms, talking about anything in this world. A week passed, I started to visit Emma mais and attending all her parties, for nothing but to have an extra hora with Patrick even though we couldn’t do anything but to steal a dreamy look, while no one is looking, or spend five minutes...

“Karen … Karen” I heard a gentle voice. I opened my eyes to find Robert waking me up gently with his strong hands, and his beautiful big green eyes gazing at me worriedly. I have cried so much since Patrick left and I slept on the sofá in the living room.
“What’s wrong?” He said handling me a cup of water. I took it and lifted it to my lips “I heard you weeping while you are asleep or I wouldn’t wake you up”
“I did?” I said calmly with my eyes fixed on the cup
“Yes, you did. Are you sure you are ok?”
“Yes, yes I’m fine. Just felt to lonely I guess” I said coolly...

After Patrick left, I had a restless night. I couldn’t sleep feeling that I’m a prisoner in those four walls in my room. I couldn’t sit quietly all night, nor slept for a brief moment. After all, Patrick’s visit was quite unexpected, and I wasn’t ready to see him that day. Also what was weird about his visit, that during all these two weeks he didn’t pay, not even a brief visit, to Robert’s house.
Wandering around my room with my pajama on, didn’t help me to sleep, nor comforted my restless mind. As I didn’t see him during these two weeks, I thought that those feelings I...

My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Emma’s cousin seemed to be taken por the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Emma visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the seguinte thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...

The night was so lonely and scary. I was hoping that the sun rises fast, as I was very frightened. It finally happened after that dark and lonely night. I was very tired as I walked all night, but I was surprised when I found myself not very far from Emma’s house. I sat on my bag thinking of everything happened, but mostly thinking about the way I feel about Patrick. I was wondering what made me think that he loved me. Is it because he said I’m beautiful? Well lots of men told me that I’m beautiful but that doesn’t necessarily means that he is attracted to me. I don’t even look like...

I didn't care about Patrick's complement as much as I was worried about the sad look in his eyes. What was causing it? Emma claimed that they loved each other and they're happy together, what would make him so sad? I had to know and decided to find out about that while I'm in their house.
One week passed for me there. And as long as Emma is too busy arranging the house and running it, as long as Patrick and I spent mais time together. He taught me how to act in front of the guests and what to talk about what not to talk about. He said: "All you have to do is pretend that you don't have any problems,...

After Emma convinced me to stay with her, she said that I will stay in her house. She took me to it. I t was a big beautiful house, shows that her husband is from a rich family. It had a garden in front of it, And big wooden doors. It also looked an old house, like it's his father's or grandfather's house. Before getting in I told Emma not to tell her husband that I was a fugitive, so she agreed willingly as she knew that her husband would know from the news or I'd tell him at last, because that kind of secrets can't be held for long. We got into the house and I saw a fancy hall, has a fire...

I've written on my coração I shall never amor again. I have forbidden on my coração falling in amor again. I feel so lost, so broken deep inside. I feel so sad, so guilty about what I have done. Although I can't find for it any explanation and I can't understand it myself. May be it was my mistake, maybe it was his, or maybe it was fate.
All I know that I want to take that moment back. Change that unforgettable scene; take it out of my head. Maybe if I could've only left a few segundos before, I would've cached him, I would've stopped him...But ... does it matter anymore?? No, not any more. What...

She wanted to know what else he thought about her, and refused to stop leitura no matter how painful its effect would be.
He said you are in med school. That made me happy since I was there too, though against my welling. I thought that you are passionate and caring, that you are loving and want to help everyone. I didn’t even know you and I drew you in my mind like an angel the same way you looked to me. I forgot in that minuto all what my father told me, and all what I learned about not being fooled with appearances, though I was, all my life, very careful with choosing my friends. But...

I still remember the dia I saw you. I never thought that meeting you would destroy me, would leave deep wounds that no one is able to heal not even you. You looked like a beautiful angel walking between your tow friends, carrying your books, ready to start a new ano in collage with arms wide open. You laughed and the whole world laughed in my face. You waved to us, me and him. When he pointed to you I could hardly listen to him. I could hardly see anyone but you. You jovens bruxas me with your beauty.Your silky, long, black hair. Your big blue eyes, their look full of amor and passion. Behind those...

She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing...