PROLOGUE
Daniel.
From a little window it could be seen its light was turned on. It was that way for a long time now. It was already past 2:00 a.m. and Daniel was drinking his cup of coffee while drafting his book project. Daniel was using the broken blue glasses, he did not knew were he putted the not-broken green one. He decided to stop, his brown eyes were bloody red.
He stretched, and instead of going to bed he decided to watch one of his favorite movies ‘Dangerous Liaisons’ it would probably be the tenth time already. Daniel had the book, but he preferred the 80’s movie with Glenn Close as the “Evil Marquise”. Strangely enough he did not felt her as evil: he was always attracted to dubious figures.
They were looked by him as a catalysis of his self-learning.
“The wicked had to be from somewhere.”
It was this type of essence of character that Daniel was looking for it in his drafting. But so hard to write someone as good as one being in living color. He did not knew how he would do that to a story yet.
“Win or Die” and he laughed as a villain.
And then he looked at his hands, at his messy apartment and… sad as a rag he cleaned the floor.
And he knew all of that, in fact each day had passed, and each day he figured it out something new about it. That day was not different.
“I figured it out, right?”
He did not knew more than the suspiciously corner of his mind that it only worked on fiction that type of feel. For fiction was his deliberated way to talk with the ones he had lost.
“They may suffer my lost… but… That’s the problem Daniel: they suffered. That’s enough! That’s the Crime: you are dangerous to himself and to others.”
Daniel smiled, it was already past four. He paused the movie and rune to his computer, it was still turn on, he decided to write this in his draft. He wouldn’t sleep that night. He looked at the white page in front of him.
“A new one?” He thought.
“Why not?
