Cry please I beg you

Love, something that many girls and boys dream about, even the older ones yearn to feel it so madly that we could give anything for it. 

Anything...

We understand that person may have a bad face and we try to make him feel better, we understand that he is not expressive, but he always gives us the best, he makes us feel protected by his side, and we even feel invincible with his presence and support. 

We are able to deliver from our mentality, even our body, believing that there is nothing more than us for them, yes, for a moment you believe it all. 

Even that among his apparent indifference, he gives us all the love that his personality allows him to express. 

As me wiped the blood from his hands, for a moment I thought he had smiled at me, though just as he had finally appeared, he vanished.

 Those times when we vacationed, at times I believed it was the most valuable part of his life. He tried so hard to make me believe, of being a man with great pride, haughty, and sure of himself, I was surprised at his methods in the end, Heh, I, knowing nothing, fell for it like a fool.

From the sex, to the peaceful moments in silence, I truly, sincerely believed it. 

I thought I was his everything...

“Hugh ha ha!”

"Ximena! Came back! Let's not make this more difficult!”

A girl with a slim complexion was hiding under some dark stairs in the middle of the night, while a black-haired man was looking for her along with other men.

My name is: Ximena Ramírez. That man is… my husband.

In the past, he was the man I loved the most in my life and for whom I would have given absolutely my all.

Heh! Well, I did.

I left my family, friends, money... dignity... I have nothing left...

Now I am running for my life and hiding.

I do not even know why; I have not had anything or anyone for a long time. He made sure of that even without me noticing.

I am a stupid.

Why run now? Why want to escape?

Because… I'm not even allowed to die…