That which we believed

Part 66

      We've finally arrived. Harry helped me get my stuff out of the car, this time I didn't stop him, I knew I could hardly do it without his help. We went through the mandatory check, then we got the plane. The staff noticed the grief that was obviously being written on my face, apparently that's why they pulled the process. We took our seats. As there were no two vacant places to be positioned side by side, I sat next to a woman, her hair was brown, and the skin darker. It didn't look bad, but I wasn't really interested in anything like that right now. I borrowed the place to the window.. Gaze and was welcoming, and the smile warm. The brown and the eyes, at the bottom of which were formed green-yellow shades quite contrasting with the nuances of the skin and. Harry also took the place to the window. They were dividing us into two seats somewhere. At that moment, I so strongly needed the support of his love, if any. I knew I sounded stupid.. Until a few minutes ago I stopped to point out my hatred for him, and now I need his support.. I was unable to fathom the meaning of my reasoning. But at that moment, I was desperate. It was like the world was blowing in front of my eyes. The pain, the hatred, the contempt were on my head. I needed it. I wanted to lay my head on his shoulder, breath and tell him everything. He had to put his eyes on mine and try to calm me down... I laid my head on the window.

-Someday, you and MOM will live..

-Where, where we go:-I asked questions.

He looked at me, and his eyes wept, his gaze was filled with sadness and despair.

-Stay, don't go.... Don't:-I begged him, but his silhouette slowly got lost in the distance.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't stop my tears.

-It was only a dream:-I calmed down aloud.

I took a deep breath, I was so scared. I leaned my head on the window. Tears never stopped. I prayed to God, everything was fine, I wanted to feel truly happy for a moment, I did not understand the things that I had to pass through. From time to time I took a deep breath because I was very weak and the space before my eyes filled with darkness. A few minutes ago, Harry turned back, he was obviously interested in my condition. Was when he was informed, through the pathetic view, for which I was giving him the opportunity to become a witness, worried his face. He was trying to cheer me up, but his attempts were unsuccessful. I was the cause of my grief, and I was the one who could handle it.

I heard the sound of unzipping someone's belt. Heavy footprints were echoing in my ears. But who the bum would walk while flying.. I stopped here after I saw Harry coming to my place.

-Can we change places:-he asked the woman to me.

-but......:-Looks like he wouldn't agree.

-Please:-said, his face was overwhelmed by suffering and grief.

-Okay:-you agreed.:-Looks like you need it, baby:-You smiled at me by putting my hand on my shoulder.

Harry helped move on, and then he sat next to me. One of the flight attendants made a remark, but he hurried to explain the situation.

-You... You:-I was stuttering.

-Shut up:-ask me, putting your index finger on my lips.:-I know what you need.

He shook my hand loudly, but his movements were filled with tenderness. He leaned his head on his seat and closed his eyes. From time to time, we detected our eyes, but I hurried to stop the eye contact, and as a result I challenged that maddening, yet so intriguing look, accompanied by the enigmatic lifting of one of his eyebrows.

Now I felt better, I felt the way I was doing. .........

I woke up from a loud noise. I instinctively pressed the hand of Harry to myself. I actually almost managed to think soberly and some inconsistencies zanaizkačaha in my mind.

-Harry:-I started:-How did you find a second plane ticket so quickly:-I took my eyes to his.

-Well... I:-Chainsaw.