That which we believed

Part 59

     People turned looking at me with contempt, but none of them could have experienced the pain that I felt at that moment, the lack that was able to destroy me......

-Harry:-continues to scream.

An hour later, when my hope was about to die, and the faith to go away, someone bumped into me. He wore a black jumpsuit wearing his hood.

-Harry, is that you:-I asked with the trembling voice the man beside me as I still could not see his face.

I helped him get up and the light glow that quivering around assured me of my assertion. His appearance was wretched. Eyes tearful, and eyelids red. His face is white, like a canvas, and the lips bruise. The hair was on his forehead, and the small tears that had obviously not yet been removed were merged with almost melted snowflakes on his forehead.

When you saw me, a little smile tried to sneak up on his face. Bead in his eyes, he was able to shine my heart...... Rushed into my arms.

-I'm sorry:-I whispered, as I thought it appropriate to apologize.

Instead of answering, he increased the strength with which he was pressuring me, as if he didn't want to let me go. More tears ran from his face. I was worried about what caused all this.

-Harry:-I said, trying to divert attention from his pain, but from personal experience I was aware that this is impossible.

-Harry:-I repeated.

I tried to get away from his arms, but my attempts were unsuccessful.

-Do not leave, pray....... do not go:-you were talking like a little child.

-No:-I calmed him by fondling his hair.

Finally, I was able to convince him to sit on a bench a few miles from us.

-What happened:-my gaze was contemplative.

-Anna...... I:-Stutter.

I was really worried

-I'm a......... Anna...... I met my mother:-cried, looking at the snowy land.

He shot the information as fast as he didn't have the guts to admit to me slowly, like he was afraid of what happened. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He met his mother, the woman he hasn't seen in years. What was the reason for his tears...... I'd give anything to see my mom to smell and..................

-Harry, this is wonderful:-I smiled from all my heart, because I was really happy......

I put my hand on his head, trying to caress his hair......

-No, it's not....:-Back off.

I didn't know how to express my inquiries, but it seems he noticed them....

-You know...... Can you imagine how many days and nights I froze, waiting for her at the gates of the mansion:-cried.-What kind of ridicule was I subjected to, just because my father was going to the parents ' meetings where mothers were supposed to be present..... how many times I hoped when I come home to smell the delicious food, to find it in the kitchen, wearing the red apron and holding a device in my hand, I wanted to talk to her, to tell her about her problems, and she.........:-snipped......... What she did, she went, didn't even come to ask how I was, didn't care about my feelings.......:-She was crying.

-I'm not a bad person:-he said, in my eyes.

A few tears flocked through his eyes.

-I know:-I hurried to assure him.

I could have experienced his grief, I could feel his suffering.

-No... You have no way of knowing:-You interrupted me, smiling.

-So far, I've shown you my bad side:-Minimize your head:-I learned to hate you, I gave you away from dreams, your faith:-he numbered, going