Chapter 105

“Is this the end you expected? "Questioned Jonathan in a tired voice and devoid of heat. “Are you satisfied, Suzy?”

Between us there was a distance of approximately ten steps, whose vacuum was filled by the flow of salt air that came from the waters below us. We were over the bridge of a winding river, in which its turbid and treacherous waters formed small invisible whirls on its serene surface, swirls that met the water of a distant sea.

A deadly beauty, by the way, since the waters of a deep cyan were so coldly calm that one could look for as long as it was without feeling any vertigo or sign that a fall would hardly end well.

"It's a beginning," I said, casting the shortest of glances at him.

I never imagined that extreme suffering could change even the most basic physiognomy of a person until I see the sequelae with my own eyes.

The dark and deep iris eyes that one day induced me to immerse myself in Jonathan's problems were no longer the same. I didn't h