Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

John

The next morning I decided to stay at home and watch my favorite TV series on the sofa with a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows, I used to do something different every free day I had but honestly the day was a bit cloudy for my liking and I used to cheer myself up with a relaxed marathon therapy of "How I met your mother" a romantic comedy with a sad ending but which in turn leads him not only to make his true love happy but also his first love, quite a satisfying twist. On certain occasions I dreamed of finding love unbridled and I could easily identify with the protagonist having that anxiety when meeting the person who will be with you for the rest of your life even if that life is short. I laughed a lot, but the sighs of my nostalgic heart also escaped.

My almost perfect day was cut short by seeing my sister's confrontational face as she walked through the front door. Anna might be very few words, but her facial expressions spoke volumes about how she felt or thought about an issue. I psychologically prepared myself for all the sermon that was about to invade me.

— ¿Why are you still in your pajamas? — I ask looking at me with wide eyes.

— ¿What's wrong with it? — I answered staring at my series.

—The bad thing is not your pajamas. — I answer sitting next to me. — My problem is you.

— ¿I? — asked confused looking at him. — ¿ What's wrong with me?

— Do not do this. — Continue to hold my hand. — You know what I think that you seek help in TV series before your own family, they will not leave where they are and they will lift your spirits.

— Well, Ted Mosby manages to do it. — I replied between my teeth.

— Amy... — I pronounce, lengthening the last letter.

— ¡I'm fine sister! — I exclaimed raising the tone of my voice with some irritation — ¿Why does it bother you so much that I stay at home all day to watch TV?

— Because you're not like that, you only watch your silly television series in your pajamas and drinking hot chocolate when you're not in control of something in your life and I just want to remind you that I'm here...

I claim, raising my voice even more exalted, while I take a deep breath to lower his annoyance a little and regain his composure.

—Getting depressed, shutting up, shutting yourself away, running away from those who want to help you will not solve your problem. — I explain with some sadness in her voice. — I don't want you to end up like dad...

He continued while his voice cracked and a small tear slipped down his cheek, the simple fact of remembering the terrible moment that our father had to go through brought me certain unpleasant feelings but at the same time squeezed my heart, I held my breath for a few seconds to avoid that feeling taking over me and I blinked several times so that the air dried the almost visible drop that had formed in my eye. The episode of depression that he experienced almost ended his life, but that did not take away the title of warrior he had, he had been fighting in silence against something that no one could ever see and beyond all he overcame it and returned to being a normal man However, the fact that he almost didn't make it made me feel sad to imagine a future without him, many said he was lucky, but I simply believed that it had actually been a miracle. Silence accompanied us for a few seconds, allowing us not only to reflect on our lives but also to remember the deep wounds that something as small as a thought stored in the subconscious had left us and that over time would become a shadow, ready to consume the lives of others. a good man, father and friend.

— It's Sebastian.

I started by breaking the barrier of silence and at the same time trying to change the atmosphere that had been created a bit.