Category: Through my Window by ARIANA Godoy

A feeling of warmth and fullness comes over me when I open my eyes to find Ares asleep next to me. Something as simple as him being the first thing I see when I wake up can make me sigh and smile like an idiot. He’s lying on his back, his face slightly turned toward me. His black hair is messy, his long eyelashes caressing his cheekbones. He is so […]

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Since I got home from Ares’s house, I haven’t moved from my bed. It’s been a few hours now. Night has fallen, it’s cold, and it’s starting to rain. A part of me feels guilty, and I don’t know why. We did the right thing by leaving. Besides, we didn’t want a fight between Carlos and Ares. The rain always puts me in such a melancholy mood. I sit in […]

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I allow myself to enjoy Ares’s hug for five seconds. Although I know I can’t expect him to change overnight, I think that he should at least try a little harder. It was nice to hear him tell me that he would fight for me, but he followed that up by ignoring me for a whole week. Bad move. It seems like he has trouble using logic, and maybe that’s […]

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Friends . . . What was I thinking when I said that? I’m dying to text him. He hasn’t contacted me much, just texts saying that he’s dealing with something and he’ll talk to me soon. It’s been several days now. How the hell does he plan to win my affection this way? Did something happen with Samy? What if he doesn’t want to fight for me anymore? What if […]

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Sweat . . . Margaritas . . . Laughter . . . Music . . . I never thought I could sweat like this, but apparently dancing in a crowd of people has that effect. Everyone is cheerful right now. I’m a little dizzy, so I decide to stop drinking. Marco appears on the dance floor and his eyes meet mine. “Why don’t you dance with me, Raquel?” My eyes […]

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What a night! Everything has become so complicated since Ares came into my life. He’s been like a little hurricane, destroying everything in his path. He’s had his sweet moments, but those are overshadowed by all the times he’s screwed up. How can he be sweet one second and then so cold? I sigh, and my breath is visible coming out of my mouth. It’s getting really chilly. Maybe leaving […]

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Ares has asked me on our first date, and I have nothing to wear. This is not one of those typical moments when an indecisive person has a lot of clothes to choose from and doesn’t know what to pick. I literally have nothing to wear. My mom washed all my clothes, and the only things left are the stuff I don’t wear, and obviously I don’t wear them for […]

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Things don’t have to be perfect. Perfection can be so subjective. Ares’s confession might seem unromantic to others, but to me? It was perfect. To me, he’s amazing, moodiness and all. Maybe I’m blinded by love, maybe I can’t see beyond my feelings, but if there’s even a slim chance of being happy with him, I want to try. I want to be happy. I deserve to be happy. Who […]

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Controlling your emotions is so easy when the person affecting them isn’t right in front of you. You feel strong, able to go on with your life. It’s as if your self-control and self-esteem are recharged. It takes days, weeks, to get that feeling of strength. But it only takes a second to destroy it. The moment that person appears, your stomach churns, your hands sweat, your breathing quickens, your […]

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Gray. This is how I would describe the next two weeks of my life. Grounded, I can only leave the house for school and for some shifts at work, and then I have to return as soon as the dismissal bell rings or after I’m done with my job. Even though I promised my mom that Ares was out of my life, she still punished me. I am dutifully serving […]

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