A Friendship To Keep (une amitié à garder)

YOU'RE MY LIFE, MY MEMORY

The pages were spent. The covers were lousy as Georges closed the book after reading. He stopped at page 15. He put the book inside his small pocket. He forced it to fit so as he can bring the book wherever he wants and read it whenever he likes. Georges was now very interested in constellation and celestial objects. The mystery the Earth and universe amazes him. How the stars are formed, how they shift and how they shine. (It was to the stars that
Alexander had talked of him, and it was to them that Georges now addressed himself, speaking of Alexander)

He has nothing planned for that day because it came so natural, sunny and just casual. Georges stands up, still, under the cover of the leaves of the trees. He was still bored and so he looked at the tree. The trunks were big, and there were pieces of small woods, the roots were even bigger and longer than his legs, doubled. He knocked on the tree to figure how hard it is. It's very very hard, seems like it's been very old and have brought the history on its trunks, but the leaves were still that abundant. The tree suddenly made him remember the tree where Saint Sebastian was tied and killed. That saint was one of the saint that mesmerized his interest when he was still a child. Saint Sebastian was also born in France and is the saint associated to archers. Saint Sebastian is also known for taking care of those having holy deaths. Linking to Georges consciousness, he sees his friend's death as a holy one. Alexandre remained pure but was still forgiven. He, they, did nothing wrong but to love and were willing to give all for love. His love never fades and will continue to raise even on the other side. After overthinking of nonsense thoughts, he held on to the tree with both hands and swirled and circled around it as if it is a post. He got dizzy just by spinning for only a few times. He immediately removed his hands in the tree and he felt that something hurts. It's somewhere in his hands. He tapped and pressed each of his fingers one at a time. His left, middle finger is the one that hurts and made him stopped spinning in the tree. There was a splinter! He pressed it forcefully but the splinter wouldn't still go out. He tried picking it with his other hand but it's too small to be get. He let it stay there for a minute. He knows that the body will always find a way to heal the tissues broken from deep to the most visible part of the body. In that, it means that as time goes by, the splinter will raise a little as the tissue heals, so that he can easily remove it. After a minute, the splinter did raised and it's now time to remove it, he pricked and picked it with his tiny nails. He successfully removed the splinter and blood went out his finger. It's just a small wound but it hurts more than a larger one. As the blood continues to flow, he got his clean linen to wipe the blood. After he got the linen, acted like wiping his blood, he stopped. Something made him think. It is that his blood, is Alexandre's, then and forever. They are one with their soul, by the work of their blood. He put his linen back to his pocket and instead of wiping the blood, he sipped it. He didn't felt nasty with that actions as it was for Alexandre. "The taste of your blood in mine Alexandre, remains." He left those words to wander. The wound stopped bleeding and the boredom continued.

Georges wanted to walk alone, unwind and feel some fresh air. He planned to go near his school by walking. He walked away from the tree. As he walked away, he forgot that he didn't told his mom about where he is going. Rather of telling her, he get his Astrology book. He opened it and went to the last part, there were some empty pages in the book. He thought that the author must've forgotten to write some informations there or maybe he just left some pages, for him. He pulled out one page and he get his extra pen in his pocket. He wrote a note there and put it on their front door, saying "Mom, I'm walking to my school and I'll be home before 6."
Afterwards, he walked away with an unexplainable face. He doesn't feel a thing, neither sadness or joy. He walked and just walked silently. No thoughts, no feelings and nothing at all. He's just appreciating the beauty of the places he went just by walking. When he's near in his school he saw the river of memory. The river where he watched Alexandre bath, the river where he did the sacrifice (dropping the ring). He tried avoiding to look in the river as he pass by. But the sound of it echoes in his head. He bit his upper lip and took a breath. Instead of walking straight to the small bridge on the river, he stopped, looked away and took a different direction that will still lead him to his school, St. Claude. He ran away as fast as he can to avoid the river and to avoid the memory.