The Footbridge

The forest

After days and days walking (apparently in circles), Henry resolved to stop for a while to take a rest.

He only remembers of waking up in the center of a white forest during the night.

The trees were white and their leaves too.

Willows, oak trees and pine trees.

A combination not so common for a forest, but as we are talking about the limbo, everything is normal to a fault.

In the center of the forest there was a glade, all filled with golden undergrowth, and a natural spring of water was there too.

The water was kind of magenta color (for those who does not know, it is like pink), and there were two fishes that were always swimming together: Passion and Hate.

They have never distanced from each other, but also they never approached too much.

They attracted, but in the same time they repelled each other.

The passion was red, a blood red, imposing.

The hate was red-violet; it poisoned the men's heart.

The both feelings are extremely next to each other, and it is dangerous to handle them.

They are completely opposites and in the same time they have so much in common.

They are a perfect paradox, and they affect the life of any human.

Henry was dominated by these two all his life and he has often sat down during the night to observe the two fishes swimming together.

And he remembered the countless people that he knew during his life, two in special.

The first is called Victor, and he is the perfect example of a passion that turned into hate.

The second, Rogério, was the opposite thing, because everything Henry felt for him was hate, that slowly turned into love.

All of this takes us to think about everything, and about how it is not worth discarding people for one love, after all tomorrow you can quarrel with this person and hate it, furthermore that you lost the others for this person.

As how it is not worth being hell-bent on hating and destroying someone, because tomorrow you can see it as someone you love.

As I said in the beginning, the Passion and the Hate are feelings extremely next to each other.

Even that you just feel one of them for a certain person, nevertheless this will finish by flowing between one of this feelings, as there is no way to distinguish them.

The same essence divides and causes different effects.

The both cause obsession, the both hurt people, and the both kill.

Finally, Henry has started realizing where he was.

Finally, Henry has understood that there was something to learn there.

But he could not keep this knowledge just to himself.

As the sun appeared, he started trying again to find a way to get off that place, and he was frustrated when he did not find anything.

But he could not get back.

When he was walking towards to the glade again, as he did it every day, the way in his front was closed.

Ashes started falling on his face, and the golden sky started getting an orange tone.

The smell of smoke invaded his nostrils, and Henry did not understand what was happening.

It was all good, but now everything would fall down again.

The flames started consuming all the forest, and the albino redwoods, that stored millennia of wisdom; they turned into a bunch of ashes and ember.

Henry tried to run, but when he looked around he noticed the fire surrounded him.

He screamed for help, and he was drowning in despair.

The flames were more and more close to him, and his body was already wet by sweat.

The heat wave was too much, and when he realized, the fire was on his legs and arms.

It was an indescribable pain, and his body tissues were destroyed with the intense temperature, and his muscles were exposed.

His body formed blisters and more blisters, and his face was disfigured.

Henry has already fallen on the ground in this moment, and his bones have already turned visible.

He tried to cry and agonized by the pain; he tried to scream but his vocal cords were consumed by the flames.

He never felt so much pain.

And simply, it turned off.

The fire as much as the flames of his life.

And again, he was dead.

His body was unrecognizable now, and there was nothing left besides a bunch of bones with some pieces of his burnt skin, put randomly on his skeleton.

When it finally vanished it, everything turned off.

For one second, it stopped existing, as everything that has happened before.

And in the same velocity that everything has gone, everything got over, but in another way.

Calm down little Henry, because your journey has started in a short time.

You see yourself in the limbo, and you will be dying again even that you are dead. 

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Hey beautiful souls, there is just two more chapters of Henry's journey, sad I know. We hope you to like it and if you have any theory about what will happen please comment below to us.    

Translated by karlajaguar