Lord Eamon walked at a steady but slow pace, as slow as he could, stopped constantly to accommodate his suit, checked the cuffs of his white shirt, unbuttoned and re-buttoned his suit, checked his ankles of his suit, bent down to check his shoes, black as charcoal, with the microfiber of his front pocket. All this he did at different times, as he climbed the stairs.

  Well, the confidence he showed since he got off his wagon was false, his instinct told him that something was wrong, very wrong but it was too late to step back, he just had to move forward and get to the party that made him feel so bad, he did everything in his power to delay the moment of his arrival, but his wagon had already left with the others and at the top of the stairs was Mrs. Amara greeting him, him and the guests behind him. Eamon reached the large door with black frames and blue crystals, the color of the sky.

  "Good night, young Eamon, I'm glad that you attended the party," Amara said, greeting him cordially.

  "Yes, since..." Eamon said bitterly, which quickly changed his mind to a more cheerful one.

  "Excuse me..." Mrs. Amara turn to see him surprised.

  "Nothing!" Eamon said almost shouting. "you don't care," Eamon continued in such a low tone that he got lost in the noise of the party.

  "Excuse me, Lord Eamon, I'm already old and my ear must be failing," Amara said as she apologized.

  Eamon tilted his body and nodded, while showing a kind smile, entered the hallway of the mansion and continued walking towards the party hall.

  

  
• "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he thought to himself, "why did I say that to Mrs. Amara? I didn't mean that, but did he go out alone?" he thought again as he continued walking.


  

  Eamon continued walking, walking through the large corridor adorned with large and voluptuous dark wood furniture, which contrasted with the white walls and golden ornaments embedded in them, the white marble floor, completely clean, gave the feeling of walking on ice, the enormous height of the corridors, the lantern chandeliers and the presence of paintings and paintings in the parts, where there should be windows, made Eamon feel like he was locked up. But not because of the corridor, but because of something else that he did not know and was not going to leave him alone for a while, nerves seized him with every step he took and he felt like it was increasingly difficult for him to pretend to laugh. Until I reach the entrance of the living room.

  

  
• "Where is Lord Eamon going in such a hurry?" A man shouted who was talking to another man at the entrance of the room.


  
• "To the party, where else? Lord Mohama, ”Eamon said without turning to his interrogator.


  
• "Listen... "said Lord Mohama, but he interrupted himself when Eamon turned to see him with a nervous smile on his face.


  

  And for a few moments they both saw each other's faces directly, Mohama saw Eamon's face with surprise, and then with curiosity, as if he didn't understand what was going on, and Eamon saw Mohama's face with the same nervous smile, the whole time that their faces and then their gazes collided. And suddenly.

  

  
• "HAHAHAHA… ”Lord Mohama laughed loudly. “If it weren't for the smile on his face, I'd think he meant it, ”he said with a laugh.


  
• "The mood of young people today, ”Lord Mohama said as he turned to see his chat partner who laughed along with him.


  

  At that moment a great relief ran through his body and Eamon laughed, it was the first genuine laugh in a long time, and it was a laugh of relief, although at the same time nervous. And Eamon laughed along with his other chat mates, and suddenly Eamon abruptly turned around and walked away from there without stopping laughing, and without saying anything to anyone he went to the bathroom and ran to lock himself.

  Once in the bathroom, Lord Eamon stood in front of the large mirror with a golden frame on the porcelain sink with inlays of different and colorful stones that simulated a rainbow, Eamon opened the faucet and made water on his face repeatedly, until he struck with both hands on the edge of the sink at the same time.

  

  
• "What is happening to me? I can't control what comes out of my mouth, I can't spoil things here. It will hurt my position in the government." he said excitedly and with his face soaked.


  
• "Why is this happening to me? Why at this moment?" I shouted the last question, while the tap water still ran.


  
• "There must be a way to repair it,” he said as he turned to look in the mirror and almost instinctively put his hand to his mouth and his middle finger vomited.


  

  Vomit in the sink, at first his vomit was thick, well formed and with yellow spots and browns throughout the yellow mass that he regurgitated, but his instinct told him that the problem had not been solved, and with his hand still stained by vomit he put it back into his mouth and vomit was provoked again, but this time transparent vomit, it looked like a kind of slime, it was the only thing he had expelled, his body no longer had any matter to expel and this time he had only expelled liquid. And suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

  "It is busy," said Lord Eamon, gasping for the effort previously made.

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  "Will it take long?" said a female voice on the other side of the door.

  "If I'm going to be late, you can stop bothering me!" Eamon shouted.

  "Sorry..." he replied.

  "I'm very sorry, miss, I don't know what's wrong with me lately, it wasn't on purpose," he answered in a voice still weak from mental exhaustion.

  "Excuse me! I could apologize to the lady," a male voice answered now, as he knocked on the door vehemently.

  "I already apologized her, you could shut up now!" Eamon shouted.

  "Damn idiot, what kind of people Mrs. Amara invites to her party." They said on the other side of the door with a calmer tone.

  "Well, she invites people more important than you and your wife on trumped-up charges," Eamon shouted in a burlesque tone, while again covering his mouth.

  "What the fuck did he say?" exclaimed the man on the other side of the door.

  But at the same time there were whispers coming from a girl, (probably his companion) that seemed to calm him, suddenly the gentleman answered him with an equally low tone and the voices became fainter to the point of becoming incomprehensible to Eamon, who was still covering his mouth. Until suddenly silence took over the room again and Eamon knew that the couple had left.

  Eamon gave a choking scream with the forearm of his suit, and gave another scream, and scream again, and he did it again, to vent the frustration he felt about his situation, every scream coming from his mouth dying on his forearm immediately preventing the noise from spreading beyond the bathroom. Until at one point Eamon stopped screaming, he felt better now with all his helplessness and anger released.

  After the incident, Eamon knew that he could not just stay and wait for the next accident, he could not talk to anyone until he knew what happened to him, so he proposed that as soon as he left the bathroom, he would flee the party and go home to see his family's doctor. But before leaving, Eamon's manners did not let him leave without first cleaning the entire sink and the mirror, rearranging his suit for the last time.

  When Eamon finished cleaning his suit, still alert, he hurried to open the door and accidentally knocked and knocked down Rosa, Amara's youngest daughter, with the golden doorknob, who saw everything in the distance.

  "Listen to me Lord Eamon, what's wrong with him? that's no way to behave when you're invited to a party." she said excitedly

  "Excuse me, but how could I know that she was behind the door," Eamon said with a calmer tone and bowing his head in apology.

  At that moment the girl began to cry and rub her forehead for the blow.

  

  
• "They gave me complaints of some impertinent person occupying the bathroom, so I came to see, but never imagine that it was you Lord Eamon." Amara said, even more excited.


  
• "I already told you that I'm sorry, I don't have time for this, please." Eamon answered, almost in a pleading voice.


  

  Amara took a deep breath as she put her hand to her chest and put on a face of indignation at the words of apathy that Lord Eamon directed towards her.

  

  
• "My sincerest apologies, I don't know what's wrong with me today!" Eamon said at the top of his lungs.


  
• "Guards! Get him out of here." Amara shouted.


  
• "Please! don't exaggerate." Eamon said with a condescending tone.


  
• "I'm sorry this time in earnest" Eamon said again.


  
• "Get out of my house and I don't want us to see each other again." Amara said with a red face in anger.


  
• "Okay, although I'd rather not" Eamon said with a more tired tone.


  
• "Enough...!, don't answer me anymore" Amara said furiously.


  

  At that moment, the guards arrived in the corridor and as soon as Amara saw them she told them.

  "Get this unwanted man out of my house, but not in the main room, I don't want you to ruin my party," Amara said a little calmer.

  "Shall we throw it out the window? Ma'am, you have no other secondary exits, this part of the house," a guard replied.

  "Do what you want, but I want him out," Amara answered, still annoyed. "Let's go, Rosa."

  At that moment, the girl stood up and ran to her mother's arms and as soon as Amara held her in her arms, Amara grabbed her hand and together they left the hallway towards the party hall.

  At that moment, the guards formed a wall across the corridor and left Eamon unable to escape, so the desperate man ran down the corridor and jumped, trying to knock down the guards, but they stopped him between everyone, they held him by his legs, arms, hips, neck, and between all the guards they arrogated him through a window, previous to the wall that the guards made with their bodies, and Lord Eamon fell from a distance of 2 meters high towards the mainland, giving a dry blow, since his fall sounded, even though the grass slightly dampened his fall.

  Eamon raised his head for a moment and saw his carriage in the distance parked, he tried to shout at him, but a shout from a guard was heard first, warning his colleagues outside about Eamon, which caused the outside guards to hold and arrest his driver, who was behind the wagon relaxing a little. Eamon, seeing this, with his face full of earth, got up and decided to flee on foot, and then return for his driver, but as soon as he went around the garden in search of an exit, he ran into more guards who were waiting for him, Eamon cornered, turned around and continued running throughout the field, while the guards seemed to be bullfighting him.

  Until he ran into a wall covered with roses, he turned to see his pursuers, seeing them so close, Eamon held onto the large stems of the rosebush and began to climb it, his hands were bleeding and his suit was tearing with every second he was in contact with the thorns of the rosebush, and so with a titanic effort on his part and cursing everything loudly as he screamed, Eamon climbed the wall and when he was on the other side, his hands gave way and let go, leaving Eamon to fall on the other side on the pavement.

  Eamon writhed in pain for a moment, which he felt eternal, and then rose with remarkable weariness in his face, turned to look at the wall, and hearing nothing, knew that they would no longer pursue him, for the guards had accomplished their task, and with slow steps, and limping on his left foot, he crossed the street and headed back to his mansion in the middle of the dark night, his suit torn to pieces, his hands injured, his face dirty and his body wounded.