I open the door and there she is…. Carmen.

“listen I’m here to give you this… I don’t  need it anymore”

she’s mad… I can see it in the ways she is looking at me… by the way she doesn’t look at me…. trying to hide something…  the way she stands there all tens up trying to look cool, like she doesn’t care… but she does… she does

“anyway… bye” she turns around to leave

“wait…” she stops right there not facing me… facing the outside world… Night “Maybe you wouldn’t believe me if right now I’ll say that I’m deeply sorry, that I’m suffering because of it, that everything that surrounds me is pain. Maybe you don’t believe me because of the horrible things my heart holds but… I’m telling you maybe just to tell you, maybe just to not erase the idea that maybe you will understand what I’m saying, and believe me cause of my glory… I wont promise nothing because little there is to merit but… I hope you take my word for it… I’m sorry I left you there without a word”

“What are you talking about?” she turns to face me all confused. She not my Carmen so… what am I telling her this

“I’m not who you think I am, so I cant sit here and tell you what she was thinking when she did all of does things, what she did to get were she is, I don’t think she did what you think she did , and I believe every word is in that diary… ok maybe she’s not an angel but she’s not a monster. If you red what I gave you, you will understand that she loves you… that you’re her light, what gives her hope… everything she’s done is for you… for your safety, FOR YOU!!” she has a blank stare in her face trying so hard to understand… but she doesn’t…I don’t

“so what? You want me to believe your not her, even though you look just like her… how do I know everything that is written here isn’t fake huh?”

“I don’t know”

“…….. She didn’t leave me…. You killed her”