Wednesday.
Even the name sounds too long.
Veronica felt incredibly better. She was breathing new air, fresh air.
Ready to go, she took her purse and left the house to go to work. During the day she found herself thinking about the man in the park. Way too much.
'I'd like to see him again one day. Maybe even at ninety, when we will cuddle togheter waiting for death to come, and I'll be thinking of me. The young woman in desperate physicological conditions. And I'll be laughing at myself and he will laugh with me because, in the end, he will be laughing at himself too. Maybe because he's just like me now. Not satiesfied. By life. By himself maybe. Maybe he's thinking of me now' she laughed.
She came back home and went to bed.
YOU ARE READING
Love is just a word
FanfictionAnd if love could knock at your door right now? Would you accept it? - A novel by @VeronicaAyres- ~~~~The character 'Sebastian' is based on actor Sebastian Stan but does not refer to his persona in any way~~~~
