Now, I'm here. Back home. Nothing else to do than thinking about him.
I can't go on with writing books. I can't watch TV programs.
They lied by always showing the bright side of life. I was stupid to believe.
After the short time he embraced me like I was his father, I lifted him and I looked into his eyes.
I saw a sparkle together with his fear, pain and hopelessness.
That sparkle is the only light in my broken heart at the moment.
Nobody can heal my broken heart. Nobody can stop the dishonesty of the boy's life.
I take a sip from my coffee. I taste the flavour of the coffee beans.
I just don't know what to think now.
I just don't know what to do.
The only thing I could do for the boy I met, was giving love and showing peace.
I did. But I still can't forget his face.
I saw his face. I will keep it forever in my broken heart.
And after all I know: Life isn't just a piece of art.
Life is love and life is peace, but there's also pain.
Do not forget that, please.
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Short StoryJoe wanted to travel the world. He visited places he never saw in reality. He wanted to make memories. He wanted to taste new food, to be part of a new culture for a few days and to find some inspiration for the books he wrote at home. He thought he...
