The Love♡ I Believed In

Story of my Life

I lived my childhood, without affection and love, as parents, who think nothing but being rich... but one day they asked me, if I wanted to become like them, I refused and they kicked me out...I took a bus, got off, and started cycling, thinking about my new life with my grandparents; everything was interrupted with smoke, which made me cough, I stopped and saw smoke and wood falling from afar; I left the bike and a few steps away, I stopped, pale of fear... I saw what was the house of my grandparents; there was no one until that moment.Firemen welcomed me to live with them and over time I learned the trade.They asked me if I wanted to live alone and I refused; one day I saved a child who had become an orphan, I took care of her, because they did the same with me.As the years passed* she and I decided to live together, She started attending school, and I started working in a hospital.One day when I came home from work, I didn't see her at home, I thought she was at a friend's house and she forgot to inform me; so I decided to rest and watch the news, a guy was running, I think without any permission and then suddenly he stopped terrified and looked at a corpse covered in blood, with a cut that began from the neck and ended up on the chest and with parts burned around the cut. They said the body was cold, but the cut was burning and that the latex gloves had disintegrated on the fingers, They described it as touching fire with bare hands for more than a minute; the murder weapon had never been found, but on the boy's hands kneeling next to him, looking at the chambers with terror, there was the same temperature and where the heart was positioned was much stronger, they used a thermometer and placed it, the seconds later marked 53,53, but the skin did not suffer any damage, except the fact that it had small cuts from which a black liquid came out, was present of the other in greater quantity on the left eye. It was like a cut, which opened and from which this dripping liquid came out, like tears, so it was supposed to be him, but they didn't have enough evidence to confirm it, like, how is it possible, that you cut through that using just your hands, Maybe it was a thief who stabbed him and then later, he came along and touched him with his bare hands, obviously no one could explain, how could someone have such a temperature, then some decided to explain it with demons or aliens; another peculiarity was the species of small horns also black, but very angular and were like fluorescent bulbs of a water-green color.Months later they told me I was assigned to a new patient. After I heard the news, I went to see who he was and I saw him, the same guy on the news; his arms were covered with bandages, his left eye with his cut and that liquid that now no longer drips, the sharp horns become longer and the hair contained in a bun tied with a white ribbon; she looked innocent and a little sad, almost worried.A couple of weeks later, as usual, after work, I would rest and watch the news. That day was different: I had come back from work earlier, and my daughter would have to come back a short time, about half an hour; so I decided to watch the news while waiting; I saw someone familiar, then they said the name and I stood still and thought that until I saw, I don't think so; then they showed a picture of him and in the meantime, tears trickled from my face, I rubbed my eyes and I continued to cry in solitude, in total silence; some neighbor knocked at the door to ask me how I was, while I no longer had the strength to speak and so it continued for a week.The following week I returned to work, Some asked me for my long absence and others already knew the answer; but I did not answer until I reached the door where he was; when I entered he embraced me and began to cry from the right eye still functioning, he thought I had abandoned him or had died, I explained to him what had happened, He was silent for a moment and then walked a few steps away from me and said, he was afraid that the same thing happened to his son and he asked me to visit him and that he was in the hospital somewhere, he just wanted to know if he was okay.