Wrought Iron Plate Holders Episode 5: A hope to my madness

when something happens at this point? Do not be ridiculous. "Laureta was direct in nature. Everyone, at first glance, I saw a girl rude and cruel ... which was not wrong. With his trademark make-up, sinfully red lips, her hair is always untidy and always black clothes, Laureta was the kind of person who walks bluntly and is able to tell the truth even if it hurts like a thousand hells. Clear that this had created a reputation for not having a heart and therefore did not have many friends, who had counted on the fingers of one hand.

Not that you had dozens of friends either, if you were sincere, Laureta was your only true friend was the one who had stood next to you on the good things and bad, was the one who alwayswas there to listen. "I met someone last Friday." She smiled
immediately. "Who? Is it cute? Did you know? Why do not you tell me? "He said all those words in less than two seconds.
You took a little beer, your first drink all night. "A guy I met while waiting for the bus. Yes, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, I swear. No, do not know. And I told you because ... does not matter. "

" You're saying it's the most beautiful thing you see and then say it does not matter. Obviously, you need some alcohol in your system because you're not being consistent. "I offered a bottle of beer. "You need to take a little more of this."would continue to insist until you count every little detail of what had happened. Preferred to end torture once and for all. "It's called Camus and I slept with him that day." Laureta opened his eyes on rudeness. "What? I thought I heard that you slept with him

. "

Sighs, if only you could change you table and ignore the questions we knew would come from his lips. You looked around to see if there were any empty place where you could escape. Unfortunately, your eyes landed on ... "No way." "What?" Laureta immediately noticed your face pale. "What?"

Your heart started beating fast inside your chest. "Et is here. "

" Who, who's here? "Laureta not understand anything.

you rise from your chair and walked to another table that was in one corner.




* * * "Hello," said raising a bit no more the sound of your voice. The murmur of the people was stronger the longer the night wore on, perhaps because of the alcohol that was accumulating in their systems.

"I can help you?" Was the immediate response of the lips that had left tiny kisses on your back on Friday.

Your lips were silent for a second, took them by surprise with that response. "I'm Milo." Finally responded.

There was another pause.I repeat, is there something that can help you? "

eyes narrowing. Your words left your mouth tinged protest and claim. "No you called me. I left my number on the television. "Perhaps he had not realized that you left a napkin with your name and phone number on the TV in the room just before leaving his apartment last Friday.

"I guess I lost it." I replied and looked away.

"You better go, man." It was only then that you realized that there were two people sitting in the same table with him, two identical guys with dark blue hair and fine faces, one of two people was what I told you tand march.

ignored the comment that I had done and looked back to your kid's bus stop. "I can give you the number again if you lost it." Perhaps he had not watched television all week and so had not seen your number, perhaps the towel fell to the floor and he thought it was garbage and never realized that had written something there, or maybe you were all week thinking about that night and imagined that was special when it seemed that he had not been.

"Really, go back to your table." Now it was the second of the two above mentioned people who told you to leave them alone.

You looked around and stopped the waiter who was passing at that time aside tUyo. You took the pen used to write down the orders and you leaned over the table to take the right hand of Camus, who was holding a beer. "Lest we forget again." Jalaste his hand to you and your body bent a little on the table too. Giraste up the palm of his hand and wrote on the inside of your arm, your name and phone number.

let loose his hand, looked him straight in the eye for three seconds and started walking toward the bar. Needed a tequila or something, something else to rip you already started to burn the throat and chest.
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Laureta thankful that was not visible when you sit in one of the bar stools. In the meintertwined in the bar. "Did you think that you would call to see if you had arrived home safely?" I said it as if it were actually impossible, as if it were the most ridiculous and stupid in the world, but at the same time, there was no mockery or sarcasm in his voice .

"Then you're a jerk to everyone." Answered by looking at you now your hands. Learned in that time many things Camus, realizing he was not like anyone, he was a very different philosophy of life that we all play in their lives.

was a few minutes of silence until he said, "I invite you another drink."

"No, thanks." Giraste have replied and a bit to see if you saw Laureta.

"Then I invite you to my department