Rey De-Heavens (English)

8.3

Rey, even with his nose covered, said:

"Eliminated, by what, by whom?"

The small, dark gray-skinned girl got up from the floor. Shaking off her clothes from the dust, she gave a sigh and stood erect. She was bigger than Rey by a head.

"Not that I know the details very well, but in these circles there are organisms that try to restore the natural balance of the place, the guardians."

Running his other hand over White's head, Rey, content with her explanation, decided to give her a chance to explain herself.

"In what way was it that I stole your childhood? Why do you say it's my fault that you got lost? Be honest..."

Edith, somewhat provocatively, added a question:

"What if I don't tell you?"

She, in her mind, was not obliged to explain or answer; no one had and she believed no one had the right. Besides, for her it was a shameful subject to talk about, therefore, her pride would not let her.

Rey, taking a step back, said:

"You'll have to fend for yourself..." he answered coldly, as one who needed sincerity in order to trust.

Edith, advancing a step and throwing herself on her knees, almost on the verge of tears, said in despair:

"No! Don't abandon me! Protect me... I need love... I need someone!"

Raising her watery eyes, she noticed that the little boy would not change his position unless she told him what she asked.

"All right. I'll tell you..."

From her knees she moved to sit on the floor with her feet curled up to move from side to side, sweeping her tail absentmindedly.

"By the way, why are you holding your nose?"

Rey, not knowing how to respond, decided to smooth over the situation:

"Don't be depressed by this I'm about to tell you, nor take it the wrong way."

Edith opened and closed her eyes several times, as if she was waiting for an answer.

"I cover my nose because you smell so bad....".

Edith, with the shattered illusions of someone who had tried so hard in vain, averted her eyes, crossed her legs and covered her neck with her left hand. She felt vulnerable, hence, she tried to shrink more on the spot, to respond with a tone of not wanting to get depressed:

"Ah... It has to be. The smell makes me uncomfortable too. I haven't had a chance to take a bath or go to the bathroom properly in a long time. Aaaah!"

Changing the subject and going back to answering the questions he was asked, she knelt down to draw on the floor with the tip of her finger.

"My last name is the name of the second of the three Moiras, it means that I am the replacement of one of the daughters of Zeus and Themis. Lachesis from, "the one who throws the luck" or "who determines the future of people". Your thread is weird and I don't like it at all because it runs together with mine. I must confess that, although I tried my best to sting it, I never could. I had no choice but to resign myself to hating you: because you exist, I must live such a tormented and miserable life of tedious routines, hard work, endless classes and reading many meaningless books. One day, a thread broke of its own accord, because the owner died...."

She stopped. "How to say the following without losing confidence?" she asked herself.

Rey continued matter-of-factly: