Monique Lhuillier Pre-owned

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Today I bring my third work of the Library Table
And I'm using the cut oara get used, it is good practice


Bonjour Tristesse.

opened his eyes slowly, the sun shone, insistent, by the window facing his bed, so with a slight moan was the idea that it was time to wake up.
She sat on the bed, sat down and pulled her hair from his eyes, rubbed his eyes and yawned wearily.
His gaze was lost through the window, the day was gray and the clouds were flying close to land, the fog seemed to swallow the city, was a dark day, as their minds, as the day he was gone.
shook his mind of these thoughts, trying not to start the day in a pessimistic way, and went the bathroom, took a shower while humming an old song and water relaxing your muscles.
After a few minutes left in the dark while drying her hair with a towel.
was placed donned jeans and a sweater in black that outlined her slender torso and contrasted with her brown hair.
She smoothed her hair with his hands, without paying much attention to their actions and held out his bed slowly. His alarm clock, which has not yet sounded, he had said it was early. So, as it still was sleepy, lay on the bed, lying down, hid her face in the pillows and closed his eyes, his mind returned their
ghosts ... I did not want to fly again, even wanted to go to central, would have none of Nerv, or its Evans, nothing about his father anything about anyone. Shinji
pressed harder against the pillow itself, tears began to run down his cheeks, he knew how bad could make the loneliness she felt, desolation again to prey on him, as always.
Its few happy memories of the situation I was living began to appear, the time spent by a peliblanco, her kisses and happiness in the simple fact of his silent presence, his mischievousness. It was too painful, Kaworu was not to be dead well, the soul of Shinji had split into irreconcilable pieces, Kaworu or humanity.
But Shinji knew that if I had the choice would have chosen, ultimately, Kaworu, and all the feelings that this aroused in him by the love he professed, and by the fact that it did not seem to expect more that I could give.
His heart cried out in pain when he had to kill Kaworu, I knew that although it was for the welfare of the planet, not feeling well, would have liked to forget everything and be with him until the end of time.
But that was not possible, never have been possible, had never been even remotely possible, their consciousness undertook to remind them.
Despite their happiness depended entirely on Kaworu, I knew he would have hated that it was in this deplorable state, unable to wake up one day in the morning and say good morning to another day.
But is that Shinji had no choice, or at least did not want another option, for he no longer cared about anything in the world of the living, I would not say good morning to evening, no matter what was, after all will only bring sadness again.
At that time, while Shinji was drowning in self-pity, his cellphone rang. He sat on the bed and picked up the phone.

Shinji-Misato ... he heard her give directions for a few minutes, nodding in silence, and finally sighed
"I'm coming, wait for me.
Misato hesitated a few seconds and turn sighed, running a hand through her hair, asked the question that had not dared to do until then, and the real reason for its unusual call.
- Do you really not want to go back to the apartment?
There was only silence on the other side of the line, and Misato started to think maybe Shinji would have hung.
"Yeah, sure.
Misato nodded and said no more, at least he had not hung, but Shinji hung up quickly after that, without hesitation or a second position. Not return to the apartment she shared with the pilots.
That alone would suffer more, I remember happier times, and have to hide the reason for his sadness constantly, and Shinji did not want to lie anymore, anymore, because failure would be a lie.
So quiet and totally focused gaze was lifted off the bed and went to the bathroom, washing his face, left the water droplets sliding down her snowy neck and took the towel, drying immediately.
left the apartment to take his coat, ready Nerv go to again, despite his silent desire not to return, he knew his job was to Earth, and there was no Kaworu, he had seen to that, with or without a will.
And now he must face their memories, and try to do best, sighed and caught a few tears running down her cheeks again, she felt the cold air caused him to collide with her wet cheeks and closed his eyes.
Now he had to live ... no regrets of being so, it should, Kaworu had died to give you the chance to live.
But even despite this, Shinji had a slight inkling that it would be quite difficult.



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And I recommend reading the book by Julio Cortazar Ceremonies is amazing xDD
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you remain trapped in all the stories (because is a collection of his stories)
is too good to miss

Pd Highly recommended: Koni dies !!!!!!!
(I will avenge me of you, by the way when you go ]???)