This is a sequel to Roger Peyrefitte's masterpiece, Les Amitiés Particulières or known as This Special Friendship. The story revolves in Georges' step to acceptance. It shows how he cope, how he'll be comforted and how will an end be a new beginning.
Around 3:00 PM, of July 15th, Georges, physically alone in his room, was thinking of going to Alexandre's grave. The heavy rain and dark clouds made him think of cancelling. There are people below too that might wonder where will he go. He did some self meditation, leaning to the wall by his bed. After a while, his meditation was disrupted by the noises. Hearing the actions below, on the first floor, he is convinced that his extended family had left since the noise became silence and the door already banged. Georges wouldn't still let go of the coat. He put his piece of paper inside his coat pockets. The product (coat) seems to be waterproof which is a big help for him to not make the paper wet when he's, ever had the courage to go out. The signal that it's just his parents downstairs alone, and the other visitors already left made him eager to go. It feels like it's a sin not to go in Alexandre's grave and yet, he doesn't have a choice but to go, and leave. He needed to fulfill his birthday and atleast, step on Alexandre's raw body, 6 feet over him, not yet decomposed. Realizing that Alexandre Motier, the boy of his dreams, the boy he made an ought to, the boy he shared blood with, the boy that opened his heart, the boy he used to play with, smoke with, and the boy who took his life carrying miscarriages and lies, the boy deprived of truth and the boy that didn't do anything but to love Georges, was departed. And Alexandre: his light was forced to dim himself leading to a complete darkness. That light, forever, gone, and will never be seen again, rather, will be a resemblance of an undying friendship. One that breaks barriers, no matter how far they are, no matter where heaven they are, their friendship is connected.
Georges didn't even think of anything that time. He went down quickly, he almost slipped but still continued. He opened the door and went out without anything but himself. He left no words to his mom. They almost haven't noticed him because of how fast he got out. Under the clouds of rain, he began to run carefully to be in his destination. There are few people outside and the streets felt empty. Georges ran and ran until he got tired. Georges draw near a tree to rest. He lean there for a moment. While resting, he looked around and saw nothing but mist, grass and void. The sky is closed and almost the gods forbid him of having light. The ambience made him remember something. "Isn't this a great place to hide? There are no people, solely us. Wasn't it wonderful Alexandre? We can free our selves." Georges said with a hopeful voice.
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His emotions started to grow fast as the storm began to intensify. The feeling of Georges wanting to be with Alexandre, gave him the longing he needs and he started to run again. As he run, he can already see the church, the landmark of Alexandre's grave and beside, the silhouette of the graveyards. He ran fast but slipped. There wasn't really a damage so he easily got up and run again. When he's finally in the graveyard, he tried to find Alexandre's. It's a bit hard finding since it's misty and dark. He checked on the names in the grave until he come across, "Alex..", the other part is covered in mud. He scrubbed the grave and see Alexandre's—oh it's in the right side of this area. Georges scrubs the grave again and read what's written.
"Alexandre Motier Born: September 11,1909 Died: July 14th, 1922 Cause of Death: Suicide"
