Today I leave with the second short story competition winner, tied for points with which we published yesterday. Hope you like it as much as us.
Sight, by Ivan Perez
When I met her instantly. Using the right words at all times while mine seemed to be received with pleasure. I comforted me and encouraged me to be amused at his side. It was a wonderful feeling to feel complimented. I guess it was this thing called love.
However, after a while it began to bother me so much reliance. His name had been recorded in any record of my brain, next to the nicotine.
Everything had become too perfect. Was ahead of my movements and there was little room for improvisation. Supplementation gave way to the burden and the burden to the paranoia. When I looked into his eyes and not feeling well, I felt naked, unprotected, as if my conscience and memories will be screened out and devoid of all privacy.
seemed to have been living a dream the most absolute innocence and have awakened in a moment of clarity. I began to think. Spent too much money. Drew too many good grades. Assumption has little details of my everyday life I was sure he had not told anyone. Had very few friends to be so charming. I do not think he wants this out of hand.
too surreal to tell someone. Much evidence to pass up.
now we are in the library. She is studying two tables away with some mates. Watching me as I write. I think he knows what I'm thinking. I have fear.
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