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My Declaration

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 03:33:01 GMT

Hello, yeah, it's been a while.
Not much, how 'bout you?
I'm not sure why I called,
I guess I really just wanted to talk to you.
And I was thinking maybe later on,
We could get together for a while.
It's been such a long time,
And I really do miss your smile.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

We could go walking through a windy park,
Or take a drive along the beach.
Or stay at home and watch t.v.
You see, it really doesn't matter much to me.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

I won't ask for promises,
So you won't have to lie.
We've both played that game before,
Say I love you, then say goodbye.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight

Oh happy day

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 02:20:53 GMT

Hoy es un dia demasiado especial para mi

Febrero 02, 2007... 3:30 de la mañana.
Una mini van, pasa por casa para llevarme con destino al aeropuerto.
Mi primer viaje al extranjero
Mi primer viaje sola al extranjero
Un encuentro conmigo misma.
Mi primer encuentro en vivo y en directo con mi amigaza del alma... mi hermana/amiga... mi complice y confidente... mi primer abrazo real con Mai.

De equipaje, una maleta con regalos y algo de ropa, ya que estaba llena de ilusiones y algo de nervios. Y una cartera con las cosas importantes.

Tras el beso y el abrazo a mama y Fey, subo feliz a mi gran viaje.

El camino al aeropuerto se hizo corto... Santiago aun oscuro me invitaba a confiar, que este era el inicio del primero de muchos viajes a Baires, y que tambien es el camino a la recepcion de muchas venidas a Santiago.

El llamado a la sala de embarque, el paso por policia internacional... un ultimo café en el Starbucks del aeropuerto y la llamada a mama desde la puerta de la manga.

Las cosquillas en la panza cada minuto crecian.

Vuelo sin novedades, ni problemas.

Ezeiza me recibe caluroso y tranquilo... con el primer impulso de generar una llamada al barrio Caballito... pero decido hacerlo desde el hotel.

A mediodia, me instalé en la habitacion: 802 del hotel Salles, en pleno centro. A dos cuadras del Obelisco. Llamo a casa avisando que estoy bien, y despues llamo hacia la casa de Mai... quien dormia, pero La Maga se encarga de entregar los datos requeridos.

Y a las 16:00 aquel abrazo... de las que no se veian hace mucho tiempo. De las que se conocieron en un foro de internet que les cambió la vida. Aquel abrazo de las hermanas/mejores amigas, aquel encuentro que se nos debia desde el 2004.

Y hace un año que esto ha ocurrido... y el recuerdo lo tengo tatuado en la piel, para que jamas se borre.
La cadena se hace cada dia mas fuerte e intensa.

Yo por Ti... Tu por Mi... iremos juntas donde haya que ir

Ay amigaza... no se que mas decirte que no sepas... solo que soy una agradecida de tenerte a vos (y a la maga) en mi vida.

Te (Las) quiero a morir!!

Paly

Uno de esos dias.

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 20:19:57 GMT

Hoy fue uno de esos dias raros. De esos en que pese al calor abundante en la ciudad, sientes un poco de frio y la garganta se te aprieta.

De esos dias en que te toca almorzar solo, entrar solo a cualquier lugar o evento, y sientes como las miradas un tanto evaluadoras te persiguen.

Mentalidad de pueblo que aun se resiste a abandonar mi ciudad capital.

Uno de esos dias en que andas mas melancolica que de costumbre... extrañando algo que no tienes, y que tal vez nunca has tenido.

Esos dias en que tienes un espacio que los amigos no llenan... proque no les corresponde, claro.

Uno de esos dias que extrañas que te sostengan la mano, que corran por ti, que un alguen te llame por tu nombre y con ello se desdibuje el mundo.

En fin

Y un letrero se tre cruza en el camino, preguntandote "¿Cuanto tiempo estarias dispuesto a esperar el amor?"

Hasta siempre Don Julio Martinez Pradanos... simplemente gracias

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 02:16:18 GMT

Hoy en mi pais estamos tristes.

Hoy a las 8 de la mañana falleció el mejor comunicador y una gran persona de mi pais... Don Julio Martinez Pradanos.

Don Julio fue uno de los periodistas de la vieja escuela... los que se formaban en la universidad de la vida, los que se reunian en un café para ordenar la pauta de la radio, del periodico y luego de la television.

Su especialidad, el periodismo deportivo... aun recuerdo las mañanas con mi "tata" Gonzalo, escuchando la radio "Mineria", para evaluar la jornada futbolistica del dia anterior.

Al mismo tiempo trabajó en Canal 13... su unica casa televisiva... la opinion certera, objetiva acerca del deporte.

Paralelamente escribia "Bajo La Marquesina", en el diario "Las Ultimas Noticias"... y lo hizo por mas de 50 años... hasta que ese diario dio un vuelco hacia el lado mas amarillista y farandulero.

Don Julio poseia una labia increible. Nunca lo ví utilizando un papel, y utilizando una amplitud del lenguaje que muchos periodistas formados en las aulas necesitan.

Hablando de lo humano y lo divino, Don Julio siempre destacaba. Es por ello que quiero compartir con ustedes el discurso que hizo para la motivar la participacion de todos los Chilenos para la segunda Teleton, en 1978.

Y hoy, en el dia de su partida,le escribo desde mi humilde blog mi mas sincera admiracion... por lo mismo fui a dejarle unas flores en su velatorio y a rezar para que su recuerdo no se nos borre y desde allá arriba, porque estoy segura que está allá, nos siga motivando a que cada dia seamos un pais mejor.

GRANDE DON JULIO!!!

1/1/2008

Wed, 02 Jan 2008 02:04:57 GMT

Well.. yes, this space is still alive.

Well, the last part of 2007 was very intensive, because my office and the faculty stoled all my time.

Also I'm still in class until Jan. 25th. and in the office I get my free days on Feb.

But i'm happy.

Last year was a great year.
Well, the only black spot was my grandma's die, but I know she is in a good place.

But last year finally, ladyrocketdale, elmundodelamaga, and I we get that big hug that we owe.

And that... makes me forget all the bad and sad things.

My best wishes for all of you gyus who read this... for everyone a HAPPY 2008

Un cuento de navidad

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 19:44:16 GMT

El fulgor de una estrella iluminó la bahia, en donde el barco de la maga y los viajeros se habian detenido.

Ella, al ver ese brillo, dijo: "Tenemos que ir hacia allá."

Y fue asi como los viajeros la siguieron.

No fue mucho lo que tuvieron que caminar... y cuanto mas se acercaban, la estrella mas brillaba.

La maga se detiene, y reconoce la escena: "Es el pesebre!" exclamó.

La pequeña maga y los demás viajeros, se acercaron.

Los pastores y los reyes magos ya estaban con sus regalos y obsequios.

Nosotros veniamos con las manos vacias.

La maga leyó nuestros pensamientos... y antes que ella dijiera algo, el ángel que velaba el sueño del niño Dios habló.

"Ustedes no necesitan traer regalos u obsequios... el hecho que ocupen los dones que el niño Dios les dio, ya es el mejor regalo. Sus ojos, sus oidos, sus manos y sus dedos ayudan a que se protejan y se cuiden entre si en este largo viaje."

El niño, nos miró y sonrio.

Esa fue la señal que nos dio, para poder seguir este viaje.

Ya en el barco, todos sonreiamos, el estar juntos, sin importar las distancias, era el mejor regalo que podiamos tener y agradecer.

Feliz navidad Maga... Feliz navidad pequeña Maga.

Las quiero mucho mucho mucho.

Crecer, Confiar, Soltar, Querer... Creer.

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 03:54:33 GMT

A/N: Este post puede sonar confuso... pero creo que escribirlo asi me ayuda a aclararme.

He andado un poco sensible los ultimos dias... y me tiene bastante inquieta.
Un par de lagrimones han caido por ahi. Asi como he andado un poco irritable frente a a comentarios que ahora los encuentro re bobos.

Se cual es uno [otros aun los desconozco] de los motivos de mi irritabilidad... la relacion con mi padre biologico.
Aquel ser tan extraño... y con el cual tengo una relacion aun mas extraña.

Me molesta que aun duela.
Me da rabia que me moleste y me duele.

Algunas veces me digo que debo dejarlo ir... hacer como si desapareciera del mapa. Por sanidad emocional.
Imaginarme como si estuviese perdido en algun lugar... y que solo apareciese como un borroso recuerdo neutro, sin carga de valor y emocional.

Soltar.

El sol vuelve a salir mañana. La tibieza de sus rayos nos acompañará.
Los que recibimos la bendicion de ser cubiertos por la capa, la utilizaremos.
Todo estará bien y saldrá mejor.

Confiar.

Hacer lo que mejor se pueda hacer.
Sonreir sin esperar nada a cambio
Invocar una plegaria que nos ayude a acercarte mas a tus y nuestros sueños.

Querer

Crecer... palabra dificil, porque da un poco de miedo.

Creer... para no perder la ilusion. Para seguir viviendo.

P.

De Brujas y Cuervos

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 17:29:09 GMT

Una bruja se cruzó en mi camino.
Con la envidia como escudo y el poder como espada ha salido a atacarme por la espalda.

Lo que ella no sabia (bueno y yo tampoco)
es que salieron dos guerreras a defenderme.

Pero ella ganó esta partida
Y tengo que tomar el equipaje del destierro, y marcharme de lo que alguna vez llamé con orgullo mi otro lugar.
Aquel lugar que por 8 años dejó una marca invisible y otra visible en mi... y que por mientras estén la bruja y el cuervo reinando ahi, quisiera borrar.

Siempre he pregonado que hay que hacer las cosas bien, pero éste es uno de aquellos dias que me hace cuestionar mi pregón.

Hay chicos que ya quieren hacer notar el disgusto por mi exilio... pero yo les he dicho que no causen mas problemas, que yo ya era una extraña en mi propia tierra, que las cosas habian cambiado y que era la piedra del zapato de todo esto.

Las guerreras están dolidas, pero yo les he dicho que ya no vale la pena amargarse por esto.

Pero yo... yo tengo rabia.

Mi primera reacción era la de enfrentarme cara a cara con la bruja... total academicamente tenemos el mismo poder.
Pero... ella esta en una torre del castillo, a la derecha del cuervo que reina esta tierra, y como ella es bruja, esta en todo momento y en todo lugar. (Ademas tiene que haber alguna que otra hiena informante camuflada por ahi)

Quisiera mirarla a la cara... decirle un par de cosas, pero puedo salir perjudicada. Mi armadura no es tan dura como la de la envidia. Y aun no manejo la espada con docilidad.

Mamá dice que las cosas caen por su propio peso, y que mas temprano que tarde estaré afuera de mi sitio viendo como pasa el cadaver del enemigo... y la vida muchas veces le ha dado la razon.

Respiro. Me arreglo las gafas, miro este lugar por ultima vez.
Ya no es igual que hace 8 años... ya no son las mismas caras ni las mismas voces. Solo rostros desconocidos que se desdibujan en mis ojos.

En dos semanas me despido de mis alumnos

Uno, dos, tres y cuatro peldaños... mis dos pies sobre la vereda... estoy fuera.

Marcho sin mirar atras... con la frente en alto.

Dejaré creer a la bruja que ganó.

Don't do that to me... I'm in the office

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 04:10:10 GMT

I hate find in my office pc porn.
Yes... searching for a old docs, I was looking old files and folders and WOW!... all the pics that the old guy who was worked until march were porn.

I was working since July there, and the pc was full of viruses and pretty old files.
Tomorrow I will still cleaning that hard disc.

Funny!

~~About my last post... I'm still thinking on that, but that toughts are unprdouctive, so I avoid them.~~

Toughts

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 04:11:53 GMT

Being responsible
Create my own reality
Be in three or more places at the same time

Write... makes me feel free
makes take in charge about the creation
makes me live the posibilities... also I can forget that when I write about something... that facts happen.

I fall asleep with your name in my lips. I put my head in your chest, and you wrap your arms around me and kiss my forehead

I got it... I got it... I got it.... Yeeeeeeey!!!

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 01:27:35 GMT

Today my CSI: NY complete DVD third season set is here... in my home :)
(I have the CSI demo game too)

*giggles*

Bi-polar weather... bi-polar mood

Tue, 09 Oct 2007 05:36:49 GMT

Well, today was a good day, until I went to my master class.

A classmate says about me that I'm "the rationality in a fake liberty", and a "person who just are studying, just to be cool"

That really piss me off... I don't know why, but it does.

Anyway...

The rest of my life: Busy... the job in the office are intense, also in one of the Faculty.

I really hope that tomorrow I can post some pics of me and a friend's band, they had their first concert last saturday.

Well, I have to go, it's late here, and I have to get up in 5 hours more (6:00 AM)

Regards

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 03:21:47 GMT

Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in... I wanna quit the fight.
My eyes are full of tears
My heart is hurt
My hope have a little hole.

I have to hang on...but I need your hug.
I'm weakness.
Take my hand and hold me... hold me tight.... my angry is blind me.

Yay!... Finally time for my own

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 16:33:31 GMT

Well, sorry because I'm away of this. But: I get a job!!

I'm working in a computer office in Human Resources departament.
I'm the only one there, because the office is a survivor of a crisis, so I have to built all the jobs descriptions and process inside the office.

This is a BIG challenge, but I think that I can do this.

Also I'm working in a new university, is pretty different than my alma mater, but I feel so good. They have a good mood for all things, and they gives a lot of support for their thechers so that's is so good.

I don't have any news... just the fact that my doctor send me to make one test to know my bones/ muscles and fat weight and rate.... That will be on August 23th.

That's all my stuffs.

If I'm not a shy coward... I send a mail with my answer....

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 05:13:14 GMT

He asks today in his program:
"What's the best kiss... the first one or the last one?"

My answer is: "Neither of them... the best kisses are between the first and the last"

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 12:43:48 GMT

ladyrocketdale post me these bunch of questions... so if you want be a part of this leave me a words

.
1. What class you hate the most when teaching?

Well, I hate teaching Methodology of Investigations, but not about the subject... just because the teacher who that I work is a mess.

2. From all your pairings, wichs is the one you wish the most to come true? And the less?

Mmmm... besides GSR... Mac/Stella of CSI: NY. Ziva/DiNozzo of NCIS... Abby/Luka ah! and Addison/Mark in Grey's anatomy.
The less that I wish come true: Well before I like them, but after happen I hate because I love Callie/George in Grey's anatomy it's: Izzie/George.

3. What tv series could stop watching and not missing it?

Right now: ER or CSI: Miami.

4. Juanma is better than our old good friend (youknow who, right?)?

Better than Cris? Totally!! a 200% better than him.
Better than Carter?... yes he does

5. What do you feel like writing right now?

I really need write, but my whole life it's a mess... I don't take the time to order my times and do that... I have a lot of ideas... chapters in paper (in spanish & english), but also I have a lot of things to do for the Magister class, or the faculty (I don't have free time in this winter)... I knot that I owe you the end of your fic, stay in there... you know :)

Unffair

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 04:15:34 GMT

That was a robbery
Damn you referee

soccer really piss me off

About my Fandoms

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 04:22:07 GMT

Well, I just read some things that the beautiful goddess_loki post in her journal, and all the comments who she recieve and

About CSI: Jorja Fox would be back this season. It means, I'm glad for that, but [and I'm in danger to will be kill by some friends], CSI isn't the same anymore.
For me... season 6 & 7 were a little fantastic... like an "The X Files of CSI" . I was remembering these days when I ran from my faculty to watch it... but now I can wait for the repetition on Sunday Night, or view the Season 3 on DVD.

I'm totally agree with the fact of more development of Eric's character [Greg]. He is a pretty good actor. Also I'm agree with a potencial transffered on CSI: NY team [YAY!... more hot guys in the big city] My vote is for that!! and for the shipper Greg/Lindsay

With that phrase I post my other fandom: I'm an ANTI DANNY/LINDSAY... I hate the country girl, and I'm so happy with Carmine's quotes in his interview on CSI Files . *Giggles*

Come on... don't be mad. Everybody knows that Angell is too perfect for Danny.

Outside the fandom... i'm happy because my Under 20 soccer team are in quarter of finals of the World Cup in Canada... GO LITTLE RED ONES!!... but please don't talk about the major team... they sucks!

I'm still nervous for my Meth final job [I can't find the words to tell you guys in English the problem that I had with that job because the teacher's secretary lost my job]. He didn't post the results... here in Chile the people says "Bad news come so fast.", so i'm still waiting.

Do you wish an impossible thing?

One Mystery Post

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 00:17:56 GMT

ladyrocketdale
will understand at first sight this words... Come on... dream is for free... even at my twenty something

Here in Chile it's pretty hard try to get
a TV series soundtrack.
Also some series you can watch
just in cable TV or PPW
And that thing happen with Grey's Anatomy
and their soundtrack
That was the reason for I did this post

ANNA NALICK
"Breathe (2 AM)"

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

[He puts that song on... because he wants
He said that he love the song... he stoled one of
my songs.]

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

[I almost drop a dish in the kitchen floor
when I hear the song
Is that a signal?
Another light on the darkness?]

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 05:24:30 GMT

Today I heard a hard words... a girl who said: "Under this hard armour... I hide a little girl who wants to be loved"

Wow!.. some days I feel like that... I want to be loved.

The winter still cold here. But this year it's colder than others years.
I'm tired... the faculty it's so hard, I'm a little scared for that.

This year I made a different thing: I go out more.

~~Tomorrow we will a goodbye party for one of my classmate who go to live in Spain, with her BF.~~

Suspended by cold

Good Luck with that Stef!!

So tomorrow will be a karaoke night... Yes I will sing... and no... no video... may be a pics.

I don't have so much to say... still kidnapped in the library.

A big hug

Me

I'm back!!!

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 16:38:28 GMT

Yeah.
After a huge final paper [I'm pretty scared, because that teacher it's an evil person], I have a little of free time.

I don't have too much to say, because I was lockdown in the library and the office. But looking in youtube... I find this: One of my favourite songs of the 80's:

Stay, by Bonnie "Lory" Bianco & Pierre Cosso... from the movie Cinderella 80

Enjoy it.

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:42:56 GMT

Pongo todo esto en tus manos. No voy a preocuparme, porque tú, la inteligencia no circunscrita que reside en mi, te encargarás de ello.

Hiatus... for 15 days

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 03:29:24 GMT

Well... sorry because I did not post before... the Methodology class is a mess... and I have just 15 days to made two papers, who becomes in my last evaluation :)

And in the office I have a few teachers evaluation to do... ~~and I owe to ladyrocketdale a few chapters that I can't type, just have the handwrite sketch.~~ *shy*

I miss you, all of you my friends... really.

CSI: NY Fic: Don't Let You Go: Chapter 3: Don't You Dare

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 05:52:15 GMT

"Don, come with me, I'm scared."

Shania and Don are walking around the streets, when Shania looks some suspect.

“Don… follow me, suspect on my eye.”

“Let’s go”

The suspect guy walks into the subway station; Shania follows him, meanwhile don calls for backups.

Shania walks around the station trying to not disturb the people, but the suspect takes out a knife and put in boy neck.

“One more step, and I kill him.”

“OK… I have no gun.” – Shania lift her arms.

One door opens, a lot of people came out of there. That opportunity was taken for the suspect to run away.”

“Fuck, I lost it.” Shania walks so fast between the people, and she didn’t notice that the guy was over her back.

“I told you that you don’t follow me.” Shania can feel the breath of the guy in her neck. Don is in front of both, asking for backups, when the guy cuts her neck.

The only sound who heard at the radio was: “Shania!”

Don pushes the wound of Shania, and tries to keep her awake.

“Cookie… look at me… don’t close your eyes.”

Shania with a thread of voice talks: “Call Mac… he had to be who tells Stella…”

“Shut up, girl or I kick your ass.”

The ambulance comes for them. Don gives a few instructions: “We’re going to Angel of Mercy, her doctor is Gracie Holmes.”

“Don… comes with me… I’m scared.”

“I’m not going anywhere”

In the ambulance, Don holds Shania’s hand, and keeps her awake.

“Cookie… you have to get well, you have to confront that boy.”

“Donnie… If I die…”

“Shut up… you don’t die. Stop of say that.”

Shania didn’t response him, they are at the hospital, and the ambulance door’s are open.

Gracie receives them at the ER door.

“Woman, 30 years… wound in the neck for a knife, she is awake.” The paramedic tells the history, and Gracie starts to talk with Shania.”

“I like you; always it’s good to see you too. But not in these conditions.”

“I said the same.”

Gracie will starts to work, but Shania collapsed.

“I need an OR” Gracie screams to her team. She takes the gurney and goes to the operation room. Don looks how the doors of the elevation closed before his eyes.

Another doctor walks in towards of him and asks:

“Are you OK?… Do you have a wound?”

“No, no doctor… this is Shiny’s blood… the guy cuts her neck. I just push the wound.”

When Don tells that, Mac & Danny arrivals the ER, they listen just the last part. Danny was in shock.

Fic: Don't Let You Go Chapter 02: "Broken Heart"

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 03:33:50 GMT

Shania is back.
Danny's feelings too, but he is with Lindsay right now

“What’s happen with you?” – Don asks in a quiet voice when he sits in the desk of Shania.

“Nothing Don”

“I know you cookie… I know when you’re lying, I know you just like my sister… remember that time when you and my sister don’t go to the school and I find you when I do one patrol.”

“And I said that we are buying school supplies, outside the McDonalds…. OK.. you got it.” - she laughs.

“What’s wrong Shiny?”

“Well… when I left NY, I liked some guy. I think that time away helps me to forget him, but I see him again, and all the feelings are back.”

“What you going to do?”

“Nothing, you know that I’m to shy for that.”

“Wait a minute… are you talked with him?”

“Yeah… I see him almost every day.”

“Come on… surprise him, go and ask him for a date, if he says no, he loose you, and I kill him after that. If you don’t take the risk, you never know what happen.” Don looks serious.

Shania thinks the things a few minutes: “OK, then… I will go for him.”

At the same time in the crime lab:

Lindsay is tired about the situation between Danny and her. She was thinking in that on the locker room, when Danny arrives the room.

“Hey Montana”

“Danny… what are we?”

Danny nods his head: Pardon?

“What are we?… a couple, friends… more than a friends? I need a definition about this”

Danny breaths deep: “I like you… but.”

But Danny’s words were missing, because Lindsay puts her arms in his neck and kiss him. Danny responds that kiss wrapping her waist with his arms.

In crime lab hallway:

“Mac… have you seen Danny?”

“Yes Shania, he goes to the locker room.”

“Thanks.”

Shania rush her steps, and when she opens the door, she looks Danny and Lindsay kissing: “I’m sorry” she says in a quiet voice.

Danny and Lindsay do one step back quickly, but Shania was looked everything. Danny feels the guilty in his soul. But he can’t see the pain in her eyes.

Shania turns around, and left the room fast.

Shania walks alone in the street. Her heart is broken, and her eyes are full of tears. When she arrives at the police station, she runs to the locker room, trying that Don didn’t notice that she is there, but she can not cheat him. He stands up at his desk, and follows her.

“Shiny… cookie… how you doi… Honey, what’s happen?”

“He was kissing another girl Don… It was too late.”

Don hugs her: “Come on cookie… he lost you, you can’t cry for a guy, he don’t deserve it.”

He cleans the tears at Shania’s face.

“I’m not crying for pity, I’m crying for angry… I need go to running, in central…”

“Park?… Are you nut?…it’s late for jogging in central park… Come with me to my gym, after that have a dinner with me… Gracie is in a 24 hours shift… don’t leave me alone… please?”

“Just because you are begging” Shania just smiles.

Since that day, the relationship between Danny and Shania was change. She becomes cold and distance and distance with him.

“Shania” – Danny calls her louder in the hallway.

“What do you want Messer.”

“Messer?... Since when you call me by my last name?”

“I don’t want to be between your girlfriend and you, so leave me alone.”

“What?... What happen Shiny?”

“Nothing, leave me alone.”

She walks away so fast. Danny is in shock. And Don is looking for him

“Danny, we have a suspect in the case...” He can’t finish the phrase. Danny interrupted him.

“What’s about Shiny?”

“Cookie?, What happen with her?”

“She looks piss off,”

“My dad calls that a “Broken Heart Syndrome”. She met a boy, but she finds that boy kissing another woman. She thinks that she is in love... I think that man is an idiot... I kill with my own hands.”

Danny can’t think, because all the units were called for a kindanped boy called Luka. Don runs to his car. Shania was waiting for him.

*¬¬[BlueDolphinCute]¬¬* Writting about anything