About Dafne
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Speaking of future
Bob, after the first terrible days of agony, you/he/she had decided that would be thrown headfirst on the job. It was the only thing that would have held him/it floating. Definite to return in the school where it taught. Besides it began to participate in the advertising country that you/they had proposed him to Turin.
But once I taken the first working appointments, to follow them with attention was difficult indeed; the crises of panic didn't give him truce. In the turn of two weeks you/he/she was reduced to depend from ansiolitici and from every sort of medicine that could assuage that anguish. Because of these remedies him made account that its creative ability was not the same one anymore. It considered to the references that Dafne had given him speaking of the strategic psychotherapy, during one of his/her crises. He/she read something on the matter and after a brief search on internet it fixed an appointment. The progress with the psychiatrist had evidently stranded. It needed another support, above all now that had found again and lost Dafne, practically in the turn of an only week. That meeting was decisive. Thanks to that way of approaching to his/her problem, Bob discovered that that situation was surmountable. The crises of panic, the tied up episodes to the violence and the fear of the abandonment, were not sign of an incurable pathology that would have made him enslaved the whole life. Tantomeno would have had to soothe forever them with the medicines. You/he/she would have known and faced his/her limits without managing in the past. With that run you/he/she would have intervened on his/her present to recover from the that scripts put to face the depth pain that marked him/it into effect. Finally to Bob it seemed possible, it felt that thanks to the objective of those sessions you/he/she would be put again standing. He/she saw indeed a street of exit.
But every evening, returning home, during a swim in swimming pool or listening to a song to the radio, the head it flew to Paris. You would not have been with him during that run. Dafne missed her as the oxygen. Despite this it was angry, he/she didn't succeed in sending down that escape. It accepted the motivations of it and rationally he/she understood her, but it didn't understand as a love and a passion you/they could be found again so strong, and the day later to succeed in getting further him of it.
Fifty-fifty July something happened that would have distracted him/it from that thoughts, at least initially. It received a call of a friend, that reported him that Cassandra had had an ugly accident in auto. Bob raced in the hospital. The auto of Cassandra had been crushed by a tir while it was reentering out of town from a job. It was not in danger of life, but sees the description of the accident, it was safe for miracle. Bob succeeded in seeing her/it to distance of a couple of days from what happened. Entered his/her room, that image tore to pieces him/it enormously; Cassandra had numerous wounds in face and on the neck. It was firm in a rigid collar, the rest of the body seemed unharmed, except an ankle. He/she hardly saw him/it, the blue eyes of the woman were made shiny. To work he/she succeeded in hiding his/her embarrassment in the being it approves in that state from the man that it had been liking her for years.
«I don't have to be a beautiful show, true? I am happy to see you.»
«I believe that struccata you are very beautiful indeed instead. The have always seen you impeccable and I give you now seem to ragazzina instead, do I give you know him/it?» he/she answered her him, trying with success to damp the tension. In the meantime you/he/she had taken her hand.
Cassandra had seen the death in face, and those wounds disguised an expression that Bob had never seen her. You/he/she had always lived her in working circle, sporadically to some supper. It was the surest woman of itself that had ever known. It was a cynic beast, in the jungle of advertising and admirers that it surrounded her/it. In that bed, it was fragile and defenseless.
«You say that the signs will stay?» churches her timorous.
«But what doing go think? Everything will return to place, on the face they are only ugly scratches» Bob reassured her/it.
«It will be. but The have the neck and to part of the forehead bandaged; The don'ts believe that I/you/he/she am halo for ugly scratches. These guys don't tell me nothing» it sentenced, turning the face from the opposite part.
He grazed her cheek, trying to make to turn her/it.
«Cassandra you could die the other afternoon, and you have only an a collarino, some bandage and a bandaged foot. I would think about this. I succeed in seeing almost in full your face, and signs won't remain, believe me.»
The face tired of Cassandra was marked by a pair of tears, that it dried in all hurry.
The following week would have been low after all the checks of the case. Bob had already returned to find a couple of times her. The day before his/her exit he was there, and the woman was particularly nervous.
«I don't want mine to come to be from me; I have known only the peace after having put three hundred kilometers of distance between me and them. they would be me The sets, it would be to nightmare!» about he complained her, while Bob helped him to put around away some of the shed magazines for the room.
«Be' Cassandra, their daughter has had an ugly accident and you/he/she has a tied-up foot; in more she lives alone and you/he/she has to medicate himself/herself/themselves the wounds to the head and on the neck. Do you believe them so crazy in to want to be a few days from you?» churches him with sarcasm.
«No Robi, knows him/it, and I adores them. But do I already know that me tartasseranno. The pray you, Khan The invent that we go out together and that The wills be from you? I pray you!» churches her with impudence.
«I have met them and done know the day after your accident; it seems you that after five days can tell him that we are together?» it replied him, had a good time by that impudent application.
«From the Roberto, we tell him that you are not felt her/it to you to talk him of it in the hospital to me in that state. Or let's tell only him that are great friends. Is this more believable no?»
«I have understood Cassandra, could we also say him/it, but then thing you will do alone in the house? Is there someone that could lend you a hand to their place?» it investigated Bob.
«I will get by me. I don't want anybody for house. And however I don't believe that I would have great choice. thousand idiots with which to make worldly life but any true friend. It will seem you strange, but you are the only one that has returned in the hospital three times.»
Bob stared at her/it; you/he/she felt him very stricken from those words. Cassandra was exposed quite a lot. It was a very tied up woman to the appearances, yet at that time it seemed to show him his/her limits. Bob as woman had never appreciated her. Even if in past there had been no Dafne, you/he/she would never have tied with such a cynical person and social climber. But that face, for the first time without mask, it finally seemed him human.
«Be', we begin to tell yours that you will be from me, then we discuss of it.»
Smiled Cassandra. You/he/she had not often seen never Roberto Chellini out of the as job as in that period. His/her physical conditions it was not happy to, but that accident was perhaps creating this to which she had been inhaling for years: a small opening with that so fascinating man, and so suddenly thoughtful.
Her with the parents of Cassandra it worked. They did the idea that that Roberto was the new secret lover of his/her/their daughter, therefore they didn't hesitate to leave her/it with him and to leave again.
Once climbed in car, Bob turned to Cassandra with some embarrassment.
«You feel, that say about being seriously from me a few days, up to that you will be better? I have started over working, you will have available house and time in perfect relax, but at least you won't be completely alone. There is a small stanzetta that we don't have. be', that have not used never.»
Cassandra gathered the expression of Bob in to consider, without shade of doubt, to Dafne. Despite this his application did her/it go crazy of joy. That invitation was clear sign that with Dafne yo
u/he/she was definitely ended. It didn't even serve to ask him him. And that invitation perhaps meant a new interest of Roberto in its comparisons.
In reality he wanted only to be kind. He/she knew what he/she meant to feel himself/herself/themselves alone, and he/she didn't succeed in pretending not to have heard the words of Cassandra on the fact that the presumed friends had also left her alone in the hospital. What he/she didn't know, is that that woman was well determined to take advantage the more possible of that sudden situation, to get what also wanted.
Cassandra entered house with the help of Bob. It found that residence very pleasant, even though modern. It scrutinized around for looking for possible traces of the presence of Dafne; it was happy more and more in to ascertain that there was not a lot of that it brought back to a female presence. Bob had removed every photo; that saloon was already enough soaked with memoirs, more than how much he succeeded in bearing of it.
Cassandra was radiant, for how much it tried not to give too much it to see; you/he/she would never have thought that his dreadful accident could give her such an emotion. The colleagues were a lot of in adoration for that man, she had certainly been the number one in as for patience. It looked at him/it absorbed while he helped him to systematize some of his/her suits in a free chest. Bob wore a clear suit of flax, with a black sweater under to the jacket. The pantalonis were to low life marking the slender life of it. Cassandra saw every day clients and colleagues in suit, yet nobody brought them with more elegance and intrigue of Roberto. To his to stoop himself/herself/themselves toward the drawer, locks of long hair they escaped him from the elastic one or from behind the ears, ending on the face. This gave a greater intensity to his/her expression. In that brief instants Cassandra fixed his/her eyes; it was often difficult to establish exactly its color. They were simply magnetic.