My place in the life
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influence too much me.
At that time Laura seemed me very happier than the preceding moments, oddly happy.
I was about to ask her motive for that whole joy when in the room Ivan entered, followed by the teacher that you/he/she had effected the intervention.
They drew near to my bed, one for part.
«How you feel yourself it Feels happy?» he/she asked Ivan.
«I would say rather well.»
«You warn some particular symptom?» it continued the teacher.
«It doesn't seem me, but I am still perhaps some dormant.»
«Of accord. We will pass from you this evening. Now rested. We want to talk an instant to your parents, if you are not sorry» it said Ivan.
«Imagine! Portals also street, so they distract him some.»
«See you later.»
«Good-bye.»
They went out of the room followed by my parents.
Laura quickly drew near to the bed and sat him on the chair to my left.
Stephen, arranged instead him on the other chair next to the window, with in hand a newspaper. Before devoting himself/herself/themselves to the reading, however, it confided me:
«You don't know how much in punishment have been for you. Moreover I have also had to bear Laura and you/he/she have not been quite simple. How minimum you will have to pay me a supper for what has made me pass!»
«You are always the usual one, bad!» Laura attacked him/it for then to disclose me a small secret.
«What I/you/he/she remain among us but me I have not seen so down never Stephen and worried for a person. Does he/she love you, do you know it Feels happy?»
«I believe it and also me him I want of it. You are mine dearrest friends.»
All of a sudden my attention was captured by the red roses; Laura noticed the way according to which I stared at her and it mentioned a smile.
«Thing there is Laura? You are particularly happy today or you have something to tell me.»
«Because? Does thing do you him to think?»
«I know you and enough.»
«You are right but I smiled only because you have noticed that flowers.»
I noticed that Stephen had closed the newspaper and you/he/she was looking us.
«From where they arrive?»
«Oh it Feels happy, you would never believe it!»
«Thing has happened? Who has brought them?»
«I didn't want to tell you nothing until I/you was not gone out of the hospital but I am afraid that I won't succeed in holding back me.»
«Before, Laura, tell me everything!» I implored her/it.
Stephen got up and drew near to the bed.
«Then you want to tell me thing, is happening?»
«It feels happy, hold yourself strong. Mark has returned.»
The breath died me in throat.
«Thing?» I succeeded in whispering with a thread of voice, while I was recovering me completely from the state of seeds irresponsibility in which I found me.
«You, Feels happy, you/he/she has returned and you/he/she has been him to bring that flowers» Stephen informed me.
«It is not possible, I don't succeed in believing us.»
At that time I became me account that I had almost forgotten the love that I had tried and perhaps I still tried for Mark. A lot of time had passed from when he had departed for America; surely you/he/she was changed, even it was engaged and his was only is a gesture of courtesy.
«When you/he/she has returned?» I asked.
«You/he/she has arrived in the city yesterday morning» Stephen answered.
«Because I have not known anything? He/she didn't perhaps want to tell me him.»
«No, you are wrong you, he/she wanted to make you a surprise. I was to the current one of his/her arrival but I have not told you nothing because you/he/she had asked me him him. You/he/she has arrived there hardly we are seen and you/he/she has wanted to know everything about you, above all if you were with someone.»
«You have told him of Patrick?»
«I have mentioned him the thing but I have also told him that Patrick has departed and that you were not together.»
«You have done well, Stephen, thanks.»
«Really I didn't want to tell him nothing because it didn't seem me correct to put the nose in your business but I swear you that Mark has forced me to tell him everything!»
«I believe you, you are calm.»
Laura was visibly excited by the situation.
«Oh, Feel happy, as I am happy for you! We have returned together the friends of before, all and four. Hurray!»
«Calmed Laura, or you will disturb the whole hospital!» the resumptions Stephen.
«Speak to me of him, Stephen» I still asked incredulous.
«It would not be better I saw him/it you of person? He has a lot of desire to see again you.»
«Also me but tell me something, I pray you.»
«Of accord. We see from where I can start.»
While Stephen looked for the words, I felt that my heart was bursting of joy. I didn't succeed in believing that I would have seen Mark again, my great love, and I was not even sincerely able to imagine as you/he/she would be been able to happen the meeting.
«Mark has returned forever in Italy, he won't leave again anymore. You/he/she is changed, according to me it is very mature for his/her age but it is always however our old Mark. It is ahead a lot with the studies of engineering, you/he/she has confided me to want to leave without words his/her father and to graduate shortly time. It is a good person, as always of however.»
I didn't succeed in imagining him/it, perhaps with the time some I had forgotten of his/her sweet face.
«It is engaged?» I asked with some hesitation and embarrassment.
«No, it Feels happy. You/he/she has said that you/he/she has had some histories but of little importance. You/he/she has never succeeded in falling in love himself/herself/themselves and I am sure that has also returned for this. For you.»
I didn't succeed in believing in the words of Stephen.
Was it able a so strong but young love as you/he/she had been ours to withstand despite the distance and the time?
To the sudden one I felt like seeing Mark, I wanted him/it there, in that room next to my bed.
«When I can see him/it» I asked to Stephen.
«If there is no problem, it would come tomorrow here morning.»
«It would be fantastic.»
«I have not told you a thing, it Feels happy. Mark is asunder for what has happened you. When I have told him him you/he/she has gone to crisis, he/she didn't want to believe us. You/he/she has been very shaken but I believe that not as soon as he/she will see him to you it will realize that doesn't have motive to be worried anymore.»
«Poor Mark. However we hope for you is right as it regards my health.»
«Stop to tell her/it nonsense! You are well and you have ended to suffer!» sbottò Laura.
I hoped gladly for it, because at that time I felt that another dream he was about to concretize.
Ivan and the teacher had told that the operation had been all right; I would still have been a couple of days in the hospital and subsequently you/they would have allowed me to return to my usual life.
That morning I felt me flood of strength, of life and I felt like restarting to be myself.
My parents arrived very soon; they didn't succeed in being me distant for quite a lot time.
My mother had repurchased the usual colored and you/he/she had returned to dress as before impeccably himself/herself/themselves. In the preceding days some was allowed to go and he/she didn't think very to thing he inserted I set.
Also my father was better and you/he/she had lost that eternity air worried that you/he/she had characterized him/it for that whole time.
After two hours that were with I begged them to me to return him of it to house, so much I was well and the only
thought that after less forty-eight times I would be gone out of the hospital it made me happier.
Before they went, I called my mother.
«You have known, mother?»
You softly smiled.
«I know him/it, Mark has returned. I am happy for you, it Feels happy. I know that today it will come to find you.»
«How you know everything?»
«You/he/she has come from us last night. It is really beautiful, first!» it said my mother with malicious air, while my father mentioned a smile not to break that so confidential moment between mother and daughter.
I greeted them and I started to think about the fact that Mark had been at my home. Because? Perhaps simply to have my news and to greet my parents.
I was not anymore by now in the skin, I had too desire to see him/it again but at the same time I feared that our meeting would have been a disaster. Who knows.
Laura entered the room as a lightning and I was forced to remember her that we were not to my house but in a hospital. You justified telling me that he/she cannot wait to assist to the moment in which I would have met Mark.
«I saw him/it, Feel happy! It is a true Adone!»
«Not to exaggerate, Laura! And then remembered that you have Stephen and you cannot afford to do too many compliments.»
«I know him/it, but of Mark is not jealous.»
«By the way: where Stephen is?»
«It is under with Mark. You/they are arriving.»
The heart started to beat me strong, as if I/you had just faced a long run.
I tried to calm me, not to make to take me from the emotion, but it was everything useless because the pulsations increased in the moment which he entered in the room.
We looked at there for endless once.
I didn't succeed to dir nothing so much I felt me abducted from that indescribable image.
It drew near to the bed with a lot of boldness; it