Erica: Ehh... That day I want you to forgive me for my behavior, it was rude.

Myrto: I didn't see you care that much then. And from what my son has told me, that's how you are used to do.

The attack I was under was more than unexpected. Nadia had described her to me in the best of words how sweet and kind she was. Defensively, I gathered more in my place and blushed there, I felt like I had been robbed of my ability to move. It's like she'd taken me with her words.

Myrto: And... You live in the elevator! What kind of person does that?

Erica: You know. I have a quite different everyday life from yours, but it's not my choice. The relationship with my father isn't the best, so it's my only safe choice.

Myrto: All I know is that you're a bad influence on my granddaughter. And that what you're saying can't be true. What about your mother? Why doesn't she discipline you?

Erica: She's dead.

I knew this was being discussed behind my back, but no one ever had the audacity to insult me like that in my face and make his intrusion into my personal life obvious. Out of embarrassment, I couldn't even look at her. Such primitive and intense feelings for me.

Myrto: I wanted to know how no one has complained about you yet.

Erica: I'm very discreet, I don't cause problems..

That's what woke up in me buried elements of my character. Her behavior was familiar, but also uneasy encounterable in my psychosynthesis. My body was sizzling like incandescent oil. That candor made her attractive in a perverse way.

My embarrassment was soon replaced by fury, mania about what I would feel next. I wanted to push me to the edge to make my mind explode with what was going on. It hurts, but I wanted to, I really wanted to.

I had to do it, I had to, without knowing who or what had defined it, I started to leave innuendo and guide it in a way that I knew would offend me. I felt the pressure escalate, the more I felt like I was coming to the end, the more my mania grew and I got more challenging.

I implored her to insult me more as I felt that the fired arrows were ready to pierce my heart.

Myrto: That's enough.

She locks her eyes with mine. She's still holding me by the sides of my body to make sure I don't move. Her eyelids were still, she wasn't losing touch with me. My fury had disappeared, as suddenly as  appeared.

Myrto left me and quickly blinked for a while. Nadia had come and rushed to sit next to us.

Nadia: I see you've finally met my beloved grandmother!

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