Muy buenas a todos. Lo mismo de siempre, os dejo una entrada ahora que puedo. Comentad, por favor, que se agradece mucho. Y eso, ¡espero que os guste! (Si tengo mucho fallos, lo siento, estoy cansada -.-')
Para ver las demás partes, ir aquí (sección The bamboo cane).
4. Threads of a spider web
Sighing, she laid down once more, feeling the
remains of the dream wash away like the threads of a spider web blown away by
the wind. There was just one big, nasty fly left: a memory that lingered at the
back of her mind. Few things crossed Samantha's thoughts those days. The face
of that man was one of them.
He had a wonderful, yet somehow twisted smile,
like that one from those who know what horrible things the world brings, but
who would rather let you find it out on your own. He was not handsome - once
again, he never needed to be -. He had this internal magnetism, some brutal charisma, which was
what had paved his way so many times... Being its downside, of course, the fact
that it had also caused him a bunch of innumerable problems. That attitude of
superiority, of self-security, was bound to bring dangerous people to their
feet.
Although she didn't remember anything but his
calm, warm look, Sam felt confused, other than nostalgic. How was it possible that
such a memory came back in such a convenient time? On the other hand, she
didn't know what to think. Could that image be of any use, help her find any
traces of her father's steps? No, as far as she knew...
She sighed, got up and walked out the door.
Surprisingly, or maybe not that much, ten
minutes later she found herself sitting on the dull sand of the dull beach of
that dull town. She observed the night sky silently, wondering why she had to
care so much, why her mind couldn't fly away from such a capricious reminiscence.
Closing her eyes, Samantha sunk her fingers
into the sand, feeling the soft grains caress her skin. Frowning, she suddenly
felt like she was about to cry. And as much as she breathed heavily, trying to
calm down, the woman noticed something breaking down inside her, something that
had been already shattered before, but that she had carefully glued up. Results
being, everyone who saw her would've thought that she was brittle, that she had
somehow had a catastrophic history behind her. Still, it was the strength she
showed at containing so tied together all the pieces what made the people look
at her with caution and reservation. As if Sam were from a different species.
She was lost so deep down in her thoughts that
she wasn't even conscious anymore of the texture of the particles touching her
hand. However, Sam did sense the uncomfortable feeling that tells you you're
being watched. Like a cold breeze that tickles the back of your neck.
Opening her eyes brusquely, she got up and
looked behind her. The feeling stopped. As it would be expected, she couldn't
see nothing in the middle of the night. And, even though Samantha noticed she
was now alone, she remained stiff.
Vaya, muy interesante. Y desesperante. ¡Has vuelto a dejarnos a la mitad! *rumia molesta, lanzando miradas de odio* Nah, sabes que me encanta (sí soy masoquista) y seguiré esperando a la siguiente entrega ^^
ResponderEliminarUn beso :)
*ATTACK HUG* <3<3 Grasiah ;-* ¿Qué es la vida sin misterio? xD Ok no ;__;
EliminarUn besooo :D
PD: Rumias como las vacas lol xD Ok, lo siento, tengo que estudiar mucho este finde, ¿vale? D'x
Primero: no sé el por qué del attack hug, pero no me quejaré.
EliminarDos: de nada y, bueno, supongo que una vida aburrida.
Tercero y más importante: YO NO RUMIO COMO LAS VACAS ¬¬ Y, (y que sirva como prueba de que soy una buena persona), pasaré esto por alto y seguiré aguardando tu siguiente entrada, que no me importa que no sea mañana, entiendo que tienes que estudiar (if llu dount guant mi tu coment, sai it tu mi)
Un beso ;)
Meeeh tus comentarios siempre son bienvenidos Val(qui) <3 :P
EliminarQuisis and lof -3·
PD: solo me estaba metiendo contigo para ver tu reacción xD