One of those has told you before that I haven’t seen a single smile on the kid’s face. It is not something that has to bother any one. With all this dead floating in his parlour, he will become a little more solid. He misses you.

   I know you don’t mind anymore about him. I don’t blame you. There is nothing interesting in this place. When you where here, even I use to feel better. There was not much distance inside the chess board between my king and your queen. I always knew that your obsession to repeat a game you memorized was a perfect method to pull yourself out of the pathetic way of life they all follow. They repeat mistakes on life, Alessa; you, only on the chess board. They don’t know, but your life changes every day. They are always falling in the same pit.

   You are not returning to this place, nevermore. I’m sure that any place you are looking for is a really new place. You are not repeating mistakes, Alessa. That I’m sure.

   All people follows the same patterns. You follow the same moves: the pawn of the queen, forth square; you expect me to do the same move; you concentrate al your pieces attacking the forth square of the king; you expect me to do the same moves the black player did a hundred years ago, if I fail, you’ll continue the game by your own judgment. And it was common to see disappointment in your eyes when my move was out of the schedule, and I can still smell the sadness flowing from your skin.

   You are gone.

    Nothing is left for us but your memory.

    The smell of your body in a rotten bed.