I never suspected I could be
capable of murder (however involuntary). I was making a visit to a past love
with the innocent intention of borrowing his old textbook, for the costs of
school books have become absurd. We spent time lounging around his apartment
while catching up with each other’s lives. Even though the conversations were
pleasant, it was getting late, and so I knew it was time to ask him to kindly
fetch the book. As time drew on and he did not return, I decided to check if
all was right. I opened the creaking door
and called out “Javier!”, and there he was standing there on one leg, balancing
on a rickety beam. As soon as his name left my lips, his balance was as good as
gone, and there he plummeted down to his death. Then I woke up.
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