Glass [h.s] English Translation

Prologue

We're made of nothing.

We fall at the firsts temptations, we are not capable of overcoming the pain, we let ourself carry by our most ardent desires. We are dirty. Made of  a thounsand of forbidden cravings, of lies, uncertainties, of fears, of sins.

We're so naive, so stupid.

Many times we don't understand what really could be good for us, but we just believe of what we heard from someone; we don't dig in people personalities, we stop at the appearance, we base our life of a thousand predjudices; we betray her, the life, because we don't let ourself living it fully at every istant.
And when things go harder, we fall on our knees and we don't react, because, many times, reacting hurt as much as of that difficulty.

And we are so coward, so mean.

We don't understand that every scar made of getting back up, it goes away, but a pain that throws us on the ground we don't fight it, it never goes away. We are full to the point of rejection, we're made of emptiness. Full of defects, or fakness, hidden truths; voids of happiness, of love, of warmth.
We are pale white, that in life, save us a little.
We are the dark black, that in life, it destroy us.
And he was everything, then nothing. He was everything when he smiled at me, when he painted me, when he sang, when he was kissing me, and touching me.
In those moments he was the light, he was the white, not the pale one, but the bright one, not the one who saves you just a little, but the one who saves you under every aspects; in those moments he was everything that is spectacular on this earth and in this life.
But it was nothing when he let go, when he ran away, when he fell and didn't get up, when he let the pain devour him, when he didn't let me be everything he needed. In those moments he was the dark, the one you have to fear; he was the black, the ruthless one, that consume you and kills you without compassion.
In those moments he was everything I should have run away from, but I couldn't.
I would go away, then came back.

He let himself be overwhelmed by the sin, until he was not seeing, until he didn't understand anything. Consequentially, he hurt; he hurt everyone around him, anyone who tried of recover the last bit of him. He let himself suffocate by his defects and he never wouldn't breath; costantly in apnea, hovering between life and death, every day, he wouldn't let my hands cure him, to cradle him; he would fall back again, he would never learn.
He was made like this despite it all, I loved him with all of myself, always.

Even he yelled at me, even when he run away, even when he closed doors on my face and he would yell "go away scarlett", even when he didn't admit that he was wrong, or when he did it again and then he was wrong again.

I loved him, because loving him was the only way that I knew for not abandon him; If only I had ceased to love him, there would be nothing left between me and him but shards of glass from his heart in fragments. And maybe, also him loved me, but he always did it in the wrong way. He was inhuman, he killed himself, he attempted to kill me, sometimes he succeed.

You can't cure the love, but I wanted know how to cure his heart.

I hadn't able to do it with him and he hurt himself a lot, until he decided to die, or choosing a life a lot similar to death. At the end, there's was nothing more of him, or I believed. Nothing more to cure, nothing more to save.

But to me, of him, it had remained everything.

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Hii i'm N!

I fell in love with this book and I hope you will like as much as me.

Soon the first chapter!!

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