The doors of the room were wide open, but those two would not notice neither that nor the people passing by the corridor of the hotel.
They were standing inside the room, almost in the doorway. Those passing by could see a girl standing with her back to the door and a face of a young man, who held the girl in his arms.

He held her strong as if she was struggling; the tear was running down his face, he was kissing her head, face and hair strongly and rapidly as if he was afraid she would disappear, but at the same time tenderly. He had a look like a man who's just found the most precious treasure in the whole world, but his lips were moving as he was repeating over and over again the same words: "Bitch! bitch, I hate you! bitch..."

But she wasn't paying attention to his words.. Hiding her face on his chest she stood there with her eyes closed, feeling so well, feeling safe, warm and comfortable - first time since long ago. She held him in her arms the same way little girls usually hold a plush toy of a size bigger than themselves. Her hairdo suffered from the wind in the street and from his caress, she smeared her make up upon his shirt.. she didn't care, she was happy.