Decision I micro-story

On the shore of my native gulf the stubborn wind that pushed me to the memory of successive calamities did not contain my crying. I let it go, taking care of a very thoughtful future. At the airport she asked me: do you want me to stay? -No, you must go, I answered-. I got annoyed by being silly, I can change, -she said. You cannot transform the lack of character, -I answered from my moral fatigue. I believed, in my childish bitterness, that an undefeated love must be spontaneous. Stranger and bitter I looked at her without tears, I imposed myself on her vulnerable face, her anguish overlapped love. She gave me her last burst gaze with an unhappy smile transfixed in contempt, and floated away. Both of us with half-raised fingers gave us a last glimpse of sympathy. Last story of the misfortune, and missed me.
I awoke, in the most secret part of the night, of my dream of death. I dried my mouth with a slight sense of relief. I left with my unhappy stupor towards the rumor, breaking the opaque joys of the people on the other side of the door, where I hide the joy for not having gone on that plane, the blasphemy of my soul, ceased the faith of the human powers. And I did not return.