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He threw down my book, I saw his face teasing in front of me.
He said "You suck".
However, I did nothing, I felt that what he said was true, maybe he was right.
But I mustered up my courage and got up, I didn't let him make fun of me. I got up and gave him a blow in the disgusting face of him, I unleashed all my fury against him.
I saw his face bleed and smirked, no one was around me, everyone was gone.
I saw him and for a moment I felt sorry for him, his pretty face was bloody and bruised, I remembered his teasing and I hit him again.
There will be no trace of him anywhere. My mind didn't know it but maybe that day was the end for me, my mind lost its ability to reason and process things correctly.
I was turning into an evil person.
He died of blows as a result of my fury, he felt so good that I smashed his face against the pavement, I saw part of his skin and a lot of blood from him.
I grabbed his body and carried him to the closest alley, with all my strength I picked him up and threw him into the nearest garbage can. I shook my hands happily and left the place.
Everything around me faded and I came back to reality.
I woke up agitated forgetting part of my dream, I saw his face next to me, even asleep he looks beautiful. I went back to bed caressing his profile.
Then a flashback came to me, that was the same face from my dream, now everything began to make sense.
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Dame coronita :)