Chapter 9

When I moved the pillow away from my face, shaking my hair with the movement, I noticed that the man had broken. I hadn't even asked for your name before bringing it to my house and having sex in my own room. If I still lived with my father, I was sure that he would skin me and the man who would shudder my walls with loud moans. However, this was not the case.

I slipped out of the sheets, unintentionally turning in front of my closet with dark doors, where a mirror was located in the center of the sliding doors. My eyes descended to my tanned and reddish skin, and a shadow of disapproval had appeared above the greenish color in my irises, as dark as a moss.

It can be said that for someone with such high self-esteem, it was easy to admire their image in the face of a reflection. However, my face was different from what I used to feel, so I tried to avoid the mirrors. I didn't look for long, and when it was strictly necessary, I didn't see in a true way. I just did what I needed