automatically moved him on the temple and premises, in the hope that everything stopped. The sight became cloudy me and I felt me afraid, lost. I wanted to call my parents but I didn't find the strength to make to work the vocal chords.
Pain increased, you/he/she was becoming unbearable. I feared the worse, then to the sudden one I didn't feel anything anymore. All had passed: the pain, and the fear, faded away above all.
Thing happened me? It was not the first time and I started to worry me. I had to talk to mother and dad of it.
Perhaps, however, you/he/she had been the consequence of all those days passed under the sun. Definite that I would have talked only to my parents of it if it were again happened. I didn't want to alarm at all them.
Definite however to return home. I had to have rested later the day because the vacation was ended and we had to reenter.
I had never been so happy to return home.
My father also hastened, seeing that I raced to take purses and suitcases without wasting time.
«Thing has happened it Feels happy? Because you have hurry to return home? The last years we had to drag you out of this house and to close you in car to succeed in bringing you street, while this year he is verifying the contrary one.»
«It is the age. It will be some good right to want to return home» my mother answered.
I pretended not to listen and I ended to load the car. I was not anymore by now in the skin, because I thought that that evening I would have seen Laura, my friends and him again.
The months that followed in the most absolute idyll lived.
Laura and I were enrolled to the definite school and found very well us, we studied and our parents were happy; the weekend was with the boys, that spoiled us and they continually cuddled.
The agreement with Mark was perfect. It was a marvelous person, flood of attentions, sweet. I was the happy to girl the world but I felt that such joy would not have lasted forever. The months passed and I perceived that something would have broken the harmony that tied us.
Toward halves the second year of superior, in fact, the world fell me I set and credetti not to go out of it long live.
The winter was about to end and the awakening in the spring made us energetic and full of life. The air was still some fresh but the sun it was inviting and it spurred us to go out more often.
It was really during a warm Saturday afternoon that I received a cold phone call of Mark. He/she invited me to go for a stroll in the wood saying that it had hurry to speak to me. From his/her voice I understood that something upset him/it seriously and it didn't seem very happy to speak.
I went out with clean advance because I was too worried but when I arrived on the place of the appointment he was there already.
Its eyes were out the head bagged in the jacket and the hands sunk in the pockets of the jeans. The wood fence was supported to that coasted along the path, the look contemplated far, but as soon as he/she saw him to me it directed verse of me.
We had not exchanged there a word that he took me among his/her braccias and it tightened me with so much strength to get away the breath yet.
«You know him/it it Feels happy that I want you a good of the soul?»
«Certain Mark and also you know what I try for you.»
It kept on tightening me and I had to slightly detach me from him not to suffocate.
«Thing happens Mark?»
Silence.
«I pray you, tell me thing happens you!»
A leaf detached him from a branch and started to circle in the air, completing great looks for before arriving to lean on himself/herself/themselves to the ground.
You decided to speak.
«I cannot be without you. I don't want to leave you!»
«Mark, has thing happened? Because you tell me these things? Have you decided to do ends her/it with me?»
«Oh it Feels happy, it depended on me I would not go, I would stay here and I would not think once even it. But it is not my guilt!»
Mark detached from me and started to stir to the right and to the left as if he didn't know well from what you/he/she departs he wanted to go. I stopped him/it and I stared at him/it in the eyes.
«I don't succeed in understanding what you are saying. Explain me with calm thing has happened.»
We started there along the path and solo after many minutes Mark he/she succeeded in confiding him.
«Next month I have to depart. The firm of my father has opened a new branch and its presence is in demand for at least the next two years. I have told him that I would have remained here equally, that would have managed or I would be been able me to transfer from Stephen but him you/he/she has told me that it is not possible, that the school I would have ended in another institute and that then the time has come to start to know better the firm where one day I will work.»
It told me everything this in an instant and I immediately didn't succeed in grabbing the sense of what you/he/she had confided me.
«I don't understand, Mark. Where is this new branch? It won't be very distant from to prevent from seeing us.»
I jammed me because its eyes had become shiny.
«It is in the United States. I have to transfer there me it Feels happy.»
I didn't believe in what I had felt or I had understood badly perhaps.
«Thing you have said? Excuse but I believe not to have understood.»
«I have said that we still have one month of time to be together, then, perhaps, for two years we won't see us more.»
I was stunned from those words. The head slightly turned me and the legs were surrendering me. I would not have thought anymore of to be able to be so badly.
The human heart is as the rubber: little enough to inflate him/it and a lot of he/she doesn't succeed in making to burst him/it. If little void it upsets him/it, it takes little less that all to break him/it.
Mark tenderly embraced me realizing himself/herself/itself of as I felt me.
«I don't succeed in believing us. I cannot be without you. Am I very happy with you, because you have to depart?»
«It doesn't depend on me. My father has already decided and I won't succeed in changing nothing. You/he/she has decided to tear you give me my friends, from the team, from the school and from you. I have tried to convince him/it but you/he/she has not served to anything. By now it is definite so.»
«Because? Because?»
I didn't connect anymore. I didn't want to believe in thing you/he/she had been me said.
«Not to do so, it Feels happy, I suffer how much you. Let's enjoy us these last days, let's make them the most pleasant possible without thinking about the fact that soon our roads will divide him.»
Mark was very mature for a boy of that age, while I didn't succeed in reasoning and to accept what would have happened. I tried even some anger in his/her comparisons because he/she succeeded in staying so calm in comparison to my more absolute desperation.
«I pray you, we don't make even more everything difficult. Help to remember you to me with joy, happy and radiant as I have always seen you. I don't want to think about you and every time to see your sad and depressed face, awash of tears and desperation. Make me a smile.»
Only I now became me really account than affection I tried for him.
It was right, I didn't have to pass that last instants in the deepest apathy. And then we were young, we had to be strong and to face what the life proposed us.
I hardly mentioned a smile and, after having taken me the damp face of tears among the hands, Mark it gave me a kiss that seemed me eternal and in which warned what we tried the one for the other. Simply, love.
The spring rain beat against the glasses of my room, the silence around me, the photo on the wall raffigurante the sweet face of Mark observed me, he/she almost wanted to exhort to go out me, to move me, but strengths had abandoned me and the desire to enjoy me the life was enfeebled I don't know where.
Two months
had passed by its departure and he/she anchor I didn't succeed in accepting him/it. You/he/she was created in me a deep void, as it missed a vital organ.
In the spring I didn't succeed in seeing the awakening of the nature anymore, the rebirth of the life, but I warned only a feeling of void.
The ring of the telephone me risollevò from that situation and it stimulated me to go down from the bed and to answer.
It was Laura that as every afternoon he/she called me to know if I had survived to another forenoon of school.
«Some that I am well, Laura. By now don't stay me whether to throw myself in the study and not to think to other.»
«I know him/it it Feels happy but you should go out more some to make new knowledges. You cannot segregate in the house for the rest of your days.»
I didn't try anybody stimulus, any desire to have a good time me and to go out.
«What you would say about going this evening to the cultural center? I have known that they want to organize a course of photo and you/he/she could be a beautiful pastime for the future. Does thing think of it? You answer of yes, otherwise I won't speak to you more!»
I was hesitant but I minded losing the friendship of Laura, even if I knew that it dealt with a kind of blackmail to make to go out me.
«I would not know.»
«Cannot be there always! You have to know new people and above all new boys; you cannot do life of seclusion!»
It was right. I was young and I could not leave to go me this way. I had to restart to live, even if I didn't feel anybody stimulus.
«Of accord, you have convinced me. Are you too much
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