Alex grass would get between the holes of my Roman and tickled my feet. I stopped, the wind was unusually cold in early August my hair color removed chocolate. Breathe deeply everything I could and a shiver ran through me from top to bottom.
was alone, all alone in a town full of people. For days no one talked to more than two sentences in a row, did not have anyone. It was a town full of people, but grown men. Mostly elderly people who had moved to the coast in search of tranquility. At first I had taken it as a natural paradise. The perfect place to unwind, far enough, quiet enough. But the peace had become bored, boredom and despair.
And in one such attack of despair was over there. In the pine forest that was just above the beach. I approached the railing and I almost drop on it. Look to the sky and sighed. A beautiful moon, nearly full and silver was just in front of me in a dark blue sky dotted with stars. A little further down a sea of \u200b\u200bsame color as the starry sky lay quiet, so it looked like a mirror. I could make out various constellations in the reflection that the sea was the sky.
Cassiopeia was looking in the mirror of heaven in vain in this time of year when a sound came to my ears. Something small, the creaking of a branch when you step. I shot every way and instinctively I bent to pick up a stone that had to me.
Crash. Another
crunch came to my ears before he finished up. But this time not only what I heard, I also see it. A flash, a male, a shadow among the trees. I did not think twice, I stood quickly and without really knowing where I got the aim nor the strength lace the stone he had picked up at the same speed as a military projectile.
A second later he heard the impact of the stone hitting something and I could see how the body swayed to come out of hiding to give you the trees and appeared under the moonlight and a pair of lamps.
A moment before he could see his face was instinctively recoiled ago.
- But you're crazy! - I cried the body that was covering her face with both hands.
I opened my mouth to answer, presumably to apologize, but I stopped. That voice was strangely familiar.
Suddenly the person before him is Phoenic completely, but continued with his arms around the face. From time to time moved a little, probably trying to deaden the pain.
was a boy of about sixteen, well taller than me and tanned skin. I could not see anything more since I had most of his face covered. Drag the back of his right hand over his eyes and then let it fall. Two green eyes were watching me very carefully.
- You! - I yelled at him.
- Is the only thing that you say? "He asked in a voice a bit surly.
jersey was the fist that had passed over his face bloodied and his right eyebrow split by the coup. A bit of blood trickling down his temple.
-I ... - I began to babble.
raised an eyebrow with a face of disbelief and cross my arms.
I watched very carefully. Suddenly he did not know how to react, how to apologize. And suddenly
bum. Too
feelings to explode inside me insecurity, fear, shame, anger ... The feeling that this is not completely flooded from me, I felt out of my like I was watching a movie.
And like a little girl take me to mourn. I did not know which side started it when the tears began to spurt from my eyes, but for some strange reason it was easy to mourn in front of him. Vent as it should to see done for weeks, but had not been with whom.
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