THE BENCH All this time, sitting on a bench cracked by loneliness, he had been thinking about her. I am fascinated by that person, so fleeting in his bad reactions, so murky in his gaze. Why did you have to go to that town in the middle of nowhere? The truth is that, sitting here, resting my elbow in a surprising and fluffy armrest, I looked at the past with melancholy. I loved her, but there was something else. At the time, I had to get up from the bench and the fog spread throughout my surroundings. My mind felt free, freed from a weight, escaped my comfort. My heart came up, a feeling of vertigo swept through my insides. I had to escape from that place. In an effort to return to normal, my steps were directed in the opposite direction of the bank. I wanted to run but I couldn't ... Should I empty my pockets? My left hand went into that pocket that had to be released. But my fingers felt an excessive emptiness, a colossal energy that unconsciously attr...
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