Bline Nieva, as siempre.Estoy alone in my room as the wind blows outside and the flakes are crashing against the window of this fairytale house where I live now.
I have many things in my head. A Victor, of course. But not only him.
Because the problems arise when we least expect. And above all, the last place you expect to find them.
I know I'm not very explicit, but this is all I can tell.
When I was little, dreaming of seeing the future. See what would happen to me or other people. Able to prevent disasters, for example. Warn of the possibility of an accident, a disaster, anything that could harm someone.
Of the entire list of superpowers, none seemed as useful as you can see the future.
But I never thought about what would happen if suddenly acquired the ability to see the past. But not mine. That of others. Having an open window into the shadows of others. In the darkest secrets. In that part of memory that we all prefer to stay asleep.
Not all things that have happened should be remembered. And above all, many of them should not ever be known by someone other than ourselves. Would you like a stranger could one day put your nose in your memories?
Well, I've realized that I can.
Alexandre Oriol My name is Valeria and I just realized that I can see the past of others only to touch them.
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