¡Descarga SHORT STORY: Her perfume y más Ejercicios en PDF de Inglés solo en Docsity! SHORT STORY: Her perfume It was a cold morning, I came out the door to grab my mail and I saw her walking right in front of me. She left the smell of her perfume behind and something about it aroused interest in me. I stared at her leaving the building trying to audit every inch of her body. I had never seen her in my block, she might be new. The following morning I waited for her to pass by, begging to smell that perfume once again. As soon as the smell reached my nostrils, my interest in her increased a little more. I wanted to meet her, I wanted to be with her, I had to. I had been watching her daily for a full month and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I could almost feel the touch of her silky skin, running my fingers through her whole body. I wanted her to be mine. Look what this obsession got me. Had I known it would end up this way, I would have done things differently starting with ignoring her from the very beginning. It had been a tough night and I was feeling dizzy walking home. I needed to go out and dodge myself from the feeling that what I was doing was not providing any good to her, albeit my intentions were harmless. I was coming back home and to my surprise I saw her walking in the same direction as I was. I approached her just to feel her perfume once more. A strange impulse made me grab her hand strongly. She was startled and stared at me. She seemed scared and tried to let go of my hand, but instead I pressed harder, I couldn’t let her go, this was my opportunity to express my love towards her. That’s when I made a decision to take her home with me. She was still trying to let go and didn't stop moving so I made her sleep by hitting her head rapidly. I took her body and carried it down the street. I cannot seem to understand why I thought my actions were rational. When we arrived home I left her resting on my bed, but I was not ready to go to sleep yet. She seemed dizzy. Meanwhile, I started to get undressed and I undressed her too. I couldn't wait any longer to make her mine. Every effort she was making to pull me away impelled me to push even harder. It was like a game for us to play. Her screams were so loud I had to cover her mouth heavily with a pillow, she knew this was all part of our little game. We understood each other so much. I understood her, more than anyone else will ever do. Guilt corrupts one’s inside, I can't seem to find peace after my sins. Now I can feel her soul rejecting mine. I can’t change what I did, and now I can't see her anymore. I miss the smell of her perfume. I remember her screaming and crying, why did I do that? The more she was screaming, the more an inner passion was arousing within me and yet, now I see her radiance is gone. Screams, tears, fear, pain coming back to my mind whilst I feel my hands cuffed driving to a well deserved punishment.
