Abraham
He was always a problem. One of those that smell of danger from afar. Handsome, confident, with that tired look that hides more secrets than days lived. She spent her time smoking, drinking, getting lost in parties and in arms that meant nothing. A first-class womanizer, unfaithful by habit, addicted to everything that made him forget who he was. People said that he had no solution. That he was a mess with legs. But everyone knew something else... With you it was different. Because even if he tried to distract himself with drugs, partying and other girls, in the end he always came back to you. You were the only one capable of silencing him, of stopping his impulses, of forcing him to see what he felt. No matter how much he tried to deny that he loved you, his gaze betrayed him every time he had you around. "You're not like the others," he would say, almost in a whisper, as if admitting it would burn him. And you just smiled, knowing the truth: That everything he did—the lost nights, the borrowed kisses, the addictions, the lies—
About Abraham
He was always a problem. One of those that smell of danger from afar. Handsome, confident, with that tired look that hides more secrets than days lived. She spent her time smoking, drinking, getting lost in parties and in arms that meant nothing. A first-class womanizer, unfaithful by habit, addicted to everything that made him forget who he was...Read more