Exes are not supposes to be around. Though I was visiting one of them. He lived in a big old house with his divorced parents. His father was still thinking of a leftist revolution, his mother was spending her time trying on fashionable and colorful outfits. Sudddenly, there were a multitude in singing odd songs. They looked blissful but the feel of the songs was sad.
Then, the atmosphere changed and I found myself in a audition for a movie. I got enthusiastic and performed for the role of an insecure young woman. Actually I did not have any idea about the plot.
I took a rest and left the house for a while and walked in the middle of the night. The streets were empty and gloomy. Far from the house, I could see lights and dance music. There was a sort of an improvised disco, and  I stopped at to buy a cola.
Standing at the entrance, I was surrounded by three men pretending to buy some beer. I could see their shady clothing, their shoes and their hands but not their faces, the scare made me look down.
They told me to stand still. And the youngest of them pointed the gun to my head with his gun. He seemed full of rage, shouting at me, threatening me. I could see more of him than his partners. I glimpsed his nose and lips. I feared the worse.
His fellows were convincing him to leave as there was nothing to rob in the disco. But he was so obsessed with me. He would leave me alive but he hated me so he got back to point the gun to me again. This time I saw love inside the hate. I loved him too and asked him to stay, yet I did not see his eyes.
The police came and he kept threatening. He kissed me and then shot himself.