Ann - Ana
Ann I've known her since she was a child and while I could I protected her from everything and everyone. A few days ago I received an invitation to attend her wedding. Just before the appointed date she called me and, sobbing, told me he needed to see me. I came to meet her with some concern. The Victorian building, located on the main street of the city, showed the social position of her fiancé. I rang the doorbell and a butler opened me and asked me to wait. She appeared, her face disheveled. A deep pain was discernible in his sad gaze. 'We have already married,' she told me. The one who had just become her husband lay on his deathbed. With a sweet smile, he kept looking at her, as if wanting to take with him the image of his beloved, an image that gradually blurred. A deep groan, a desperate farewell, reached Ana's ears, foretelling her farewell. Then, in an infinite effort, he opened his eyes to look at her fragile, broken figure, and whispered: 'Ana. ...