Teach me to love

MaryliseI look at my reflection in the mirror and doubt whether these clothes are the right ones. My body is wrapped in an outfit that doesn't make me feel completely comfortable, it's not something I would usually wear, it's something Dali would wear; of course, if she chose it and literally forced me to wear this.I see myself and, I don't look like me. It's like she's someone else. . . it's strange; I look strange in this."Marylise, we're leaving" I hear Delilah screaming from the ground floor.I let go of a wheezing and arrange my hair one last time before leaving my friend's room and going down to the living room, where she is waiting."How long were you up there?" She asks, pretending to be irritated."Nothing, I. . ." I breathe a heavy sigh and observe my body. "Are you sure this suits me?""Seriously, it looks great on you" She said, giving me a smile. "You look different" That's exactly what I think. "But no one will be able to realize that if you don't hurry. . . come on.

"You shouldn't be so close to the fire, it's dangerous" He speaks, his tone of voice is deep and slightly hoarse. "Look" He says, pointing his forefinger behind me. I turn my gaze back and then visualize a scene that is somewhat amusing, dangerous, and also somewhat unpleasant.A boy, somewhat overweight and also very drunk, takes off his shirt and starts running like crazy, shouting things I didn't manage to understand and passing by right where I was. He gets to the lake in front of the house and then he dumps it. Everyone here is shouting his name and some other things like, "That's how it's done, motherfucker!" "I'm your fan!" "Make me a son!" "I love you, fat man!" And worst of all, all that was said only by men. It was really funny.I turn my eyes to the boy who saved me from burning to death in a campfire and, until then, I pay attention to his physique. His hair is completely black and her hairstyle is carefree, without crossing the border of the sloppy. His lips are slightly