Sweet Arizona. Short Stories

I have written some horrible letters to you and now I feel ugly like a black star ... Or rather, like a bad little dog that has bitten its master and afterwards, even though regretting its act, it keeps on growling aggressively, more fiercely than the whole world. Who am I here, all alone? And who are you there, all alone? Where from should I gain back the strength to live in the world, to talk, to smile, to do everything expected from me, as any ordinary human being, since I choke with longing for you? I've been home with my folks, but I no longer belong to them, I am yours. I feel pity for them and it hurts when thinking that they are aware of my alienation, in spite of all my efforts to hide it from them. Eternity has been born next to you ... Sanziana Batiste, She-Angel and the Clay