So he decided to take her home, where he could just pass the responsibility to her dissembled family. He started walking, leaving her behind, a thin phantom attempting to regain power.
But she faced the water and started walking into the depth, feeling the cold water washing away all of her fears, with the wet clothes caressing her body and the mind, for the first time, free. “I don’t want to go home”, she whispered. And she gave up.
Walking with his head down, lost, he did not realize that she wasn’t following him. He reached back his arm, trying to find her tiny hand. No gentle soul was there. He turned around. “Eve…”
3 comments:
It reamind me of you... of me... of all the girls that hade to make a choice once, or to week up from a bad dream. Like always i like your writing :) maybe becouse is always about sadness, maybe becouse for me you will always be like the little girl that wanted to become more, to pass her fear, to discover the world but maybe discovering by holding that hand... well not the hand of the bad guy like in your comment, but a hand that will tell her she will be ok :)i dont know maybe is not that way... but that is the way i fell you...
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Aha, found it back after all. Your blog I mean. Remember: don't give up the writing! :-]
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