El Cero

short stories

A Woman on the Metro.

Repitiendo y repitiendo…

“Amor, no hablo con nadie cuando estoy hablando con tigo.”

“Amor, no hablo con nadie cuando estoy hablando con tigo.”

How many times does she have to tell him? I can’t hear what he’s saying but I feel I can hear his mind:

“Si me amas, harás lo que yo digo. Yo te controlo.”

I hope she might one day say: “Love, I love you, I respect you and I would do nothing to harm you, but I am also a human being just like you, and we are equal. You also need to respect and love me, both as a woman and a human being, you cannot control me. I am with you because I chose to be with you, and I can choose to be without you.”

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