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Bruja…
Diabla…
Mi vida…
Mi mujer…
The trigger slowly pulls, the clicks of the mechanisms inside sound soft in my ear, like the whispered words of a lover. The metallic clicks of the weapon promise release and rest for my soul.
I close my eyes to the orange sun, resting my chin on my chest as I let the wind carry my shuddered breaths.
“It was just pretend,” I say, my voice a mere echo. “An Acapulco affair that came to an end.”
I open my eyes as the burn of the bullet kisses me goodbye, my smile forming as I fall to the green grass, my fading vision on the blue ocean.
I wake with a start, my heart racing in my chest as I stare at the ceiling. I feel a sense of relief that it was only a dream…but also a portion of anger that it wasn’t real. It’s that thought that scares me most. I shouldn’t want that but regretfully, a piece of me does.
The sun has risen in the morning sky, but the chill in the room is unbearable, making me burrow into the tiny mattress until I feel someone next to me.
I slowly crane my neck, looking behind me until my eyes land on Alvaro’s sleeping face.
Memories of him finding me on the floor last night flood my mind.
How long did he watch me before coming in to take care of me?Does he know what happened with Romero? My heart crushes into itself when I think of the man I both love and hate.
No, we will not be thinking of him ever again.
Without disturbing Alvaro, I slide from the bed and tip-toe to the restroom, washing my face and teeth before staring into the mirror I’ve been trying to avoid for weeks now. My face is even more hollow than it was the last time I checked.
I can’t fix myself. I can’t continue on like this or I’ll end up killing myself, giving my brother one more person to bury. This isolation is doing nothing to help me, it’s only pushing me further down the hole of despair and if I continue on like this, I’ll never find my way back out.
I run a brush through my hair and go back into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed beside Alvaro. The heat from his body soothes my cold heart, the familiar scent of him calls out to my broken soul.
Romero killed me. He took the love I gave him and formed the sharpest knife to sink into my heart. I want to forget him so I can stop this hate from slowly killing me.
When the sun touches Alvaro’s tanned skin, his eyes blink open. He turns to me, his hand coming up to softly touch the apple of my cheek.
“Take me away from here, Alvaro. Please.” I’m begging him to fix me without actually using the words I so desperately want to scream.
He sits up and runs a hand over his shaved head before answering me.
“I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go,Bruja.”
EL FIN
The End
