ELY
I watched Alex in the living room of my house, standing about to leave after what happened between us last night. A big mental debate began about whether to tell him what happened. There must be a reason why his mind decided to forget it, although I am not in better condition than him. I don't remember anything either. However, the evidence on my skin and in the room made me see that if it happened, imagine that he was more sober than us, or maybe he considers that what happened between us was so insignificant that it shouldn't even be remembered. I can't help but feel bad for his forgetfulness.
"You must clarify everything. This could have consequences," comes a voice to my mind.
'No, it didn't. He used protection,' I answered myself and forced myself to remember the open packaging
