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A cold room in a lonely night; that was all he had now. On the little table a bottle of vodka and an ashtray full to the top. His eyes, red by the smoke and the tears, were flaring with an eerie pale gleam caused by the power of burning memories.

In ancient times, his people used to avoid any deep relationship with the sons and daughters of Eve, since they used to bring only pain and loss. Now he was able to explain that principle with firsthand experience to anyone.

His people were not innocents. They were violent warriors, depraved seducers, cruel monsters and unholy devils, but they were not really good at understanding humans at all and that single fact could possibly explain all they were from an objective point of view. After all, for them the humans were the others, the strangers, the impossible thing existing at the other end of reality. But unlike humans, his people liked those uncomfortable neighbors out of curiosity and wonder… just like kids, not innocent kids.

So he starred the old story. He saw her bathing in a river, totally naked, and he felt something growing in him with excitement: A body. His ethereal self was swiftly transformed into a replica of a human bag of entrails and humors. And then he presented himself, at first scaring the female but then charming her with a mix of elegance and glamour.

The next days were of discovery. The fascinating world of finding out how the female thought and acted, and the crafty art of keeping her interested at the same time for the sake of the research. And in the process, getting intoxicated by the fumes of biology and poetry, pheromones and ideals turning on raving hormones and romantic archetypes, all leading to a sultry and colored explosion of that weird thing named love.

Bittersweet and sparkling set of experiences classified as feelings opening the doors of madness. An eternal hunger for her company, her voice, her touch, her smell, her embrace and everything related. Rising tides of pleasure and pain stimulating a secret wish of self-destruction in the hopes of being reborn as part of her.

And suddenly, months had passed. Years poured down over him and her. A lifestyle was built full with a house and children and pets. And then he discovered that she was seeing someone else, thought “seeing” was a euphemism for something more intimate and wet. Suddenly he still loved her like the first year, but she was tired and bored after all the subsequent ones, because humans are like that.

She left with everything but the bottle of vodka.

He emptied the bottle and cut his body, letting everything flow out and freeing his ethereal self, back to the beginning but condemned to never regain what was lost.