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arm covering her face, still shocked and furrowed by deep shadows, to protect from light filtering through the curtains.
had stopped snowing, and the sun was back to being the undisputed master.
He rubbed his arm where she had been put down the day before trying to find an ounce of strength to pull himself up from the bed. Nothing. Heavily and had fallen back, without even realizing it, had reached out to the side of the bed occupied by Dante ... but it was empty, cold. The cushion
immaculate with even between the fibers that had breathed his scent all night, pretending he was there with her.
But there was, it was all pretty damn real ... not even the imagination could somehow comfort her, lifted from the pain that ate inside.
would still crying but now she lacked the strength for that, worn the day before ... at least until her mother decided to give her a sedative and was not asleep.
There was silence ... silence surreal to be in New York City. Only adjust the sound of his breath that gradually became more labored and fatigued.
had to calm down, he grabbed a nylon bag beside her and had begun to breathe inside. The crises of anxiety had given no respite for those two days and did not want to try it again the feeling of not breathing.
She was dying, his chest hurt her ... eyes burning and my head throbbed.
She could not stand. Dante ... she wanted nothing else.
"Can I?", The voice of maternal Ioshell had entered the room rocking. The
had spent a pat on the hair before sitting down beside her.
"How are you?"
"I wish the bullet had taken me ... was that it was addressed to me!"
'kidney! Do not say that ... I do not think that if Dante that gesture was made because your life was more important to him? "
" But he did not think that the same was true for me! Damn it, "blurted out was splashing up and throwing away a book on the bedside table was innocent.
She felt her mother strings and there was vented for the umpteenth time before donning a black suit and head to the cemetery.
The case was closed ... so many people that she still had not had the time to learn. There were parents who died when Dante was only 5 years.
She seemed to be in a parallel truth ... that does not really exist. He could not believe that within that there was dark wood coffin of him ... he could not be there, dammit!
shake the hand of his father as he approached the crowd ... he instinctively placed his fingers gently on that wood is smooth and damn ... the words of the pastor did not even hear a whisper ... while she was still bent over him.
did not cry ... tears were exhausted, was in a trance, like a coma.
blankly watched the coffin, slowly, was filled with every shovelful of earth ... sticking a knife in the chest.
"Shall we go?", The warm voice of Edward had collected.
"No, Dad ... thank you. I'd rather be a little more 'here'
"Do you want us to stay too?"
"No, really ... well go home, I want to be alone"
janimar also nodded when he also mentioned her to go away.
What he wanted was to be alone with him ... with his soul and his anxiety.
He dropped down on the floor ... her hands folded to pray for him ... why? Why did that gesture?! She just wanted to go back and prevent Dante go downstairs ... it was she who had to be 3 feet below ground, not him! That shot was addressed to her and shit was not right! No, it was not! He
so spontaneous, without hesitation, that he had thrown himself between her and the bullet ... no hesitation, a cat and shooting quickly and without delay. He loved and was sacrificed to save her life.
wiped a tear that was cold on her cheek, too shaken.
She had been there for who knows how long ... it was morning and there was the sun. When she got up it was dark and the snow had begun to fall. Like looking down at the spotless robe reminded of that moment ... the snow stained red with the blood of Dante. No, it was not right. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. No longer felt the end was so cold ... got up slow and hesitant before heading home. That that was the house where he had lived with him.
As he opened the door Joji ran to her holidays, she had left a faint pat on the head before heading into the room and jump in bed. Suddenly he was sleepy.
the next few days ... nothing had changed only one thing, ills. Nausea hit the
exhausting every morning and sometimes at night. At first there had given weight but after a month that did not pass had decided to go to the doctor.
The room was white and there was a smell of sterilized, which immediately made her feel the impact of vomiting.
He grabbed a newspaper, leaf through without really looking at what was written.
And then it was his turn.
"Ms. Castor? - His nod the nurse had continued - it's his turn "
surprisingly came a young lady well made up and with her hair in a bun made her sit ... was the classic tour before arriving at the conclusion.
"Ms. Castor, congratulations!"
Rene looked at her, raising an eyebrow, compliments ?!
"She's pregnant ... up to 3 months ..."
Maybe it was because of her look confused and surprised that the woman had continued puzzled.
"He had not realized that was no longer the cycle?"
"Let's say I have pointed the blame to stress." He blathered rearranging the clothes.
way home she stopped at the cemetery ... in front of the plaque that now he knew by heart. Claim
Dante.
She sat on the ground by placing his hand on his stomach and one on the tombstone, and so spontaneous, it was released.
With bitter smile on his lips began to speak ... to tell Dante that it would become a father .. to ask him how he wanted to call or call him, to confide in about his fears and joys.
"Idiot ..." is was later reprimanded. It was useless to stand there and talk to a piece of stone ... he was not there, could not hear it. But part of her hoped that, in some way, he was always there ... next to her to hold her hand.
At times she seemed still to feel the heat between your fingers ... but it was not a fatuous illusion.
in that house ... nothing had changed six months had passed and she was already pregnant at the end ... it was a female. The name? Not yet decided. He hated to think that he could not choose him ...
Now, however, everyone was worried about her, her friends, her parents, her grandparents ... everyone feared for his health.
That house had become a relic ... nothing was changed. He remained as such throughout the day when Dante was dead.
Even the tree did not want to undo. So I had Edward and Ioshell ... and when she came back from the graveyard of course, had gone insane, despair and crying.
It was no good and the weather did not seem to alleviate any pain. He stopped studying and even working. He ate only out of necessity ... and Ioshell was certain that had it not been for the son she was carrying, René would be left to die.
all hoped that with the arrival of the little things would have at least improved, she had the power to make that spark that she was now off.
And how he hated the idea of living life without him ... that he felt around inside her was the only reason that made her go on, that made her bite the bullet and go on living.
That little creature who kicked in her stomach was all that remained of Dante ... it was his last and most important gift that he had done and she would love her as he had never loved.
He had lost the habit of talking to Dante, when he was alone ... when no one could hear it. In the privacy of their room. He raised his eyes to heaven and talking ... ... it is unleashed, he felt, he watched over you and protect you from there, and woe betide anyone who dared to say the opposite ... that hope, that faith was the only thing that did feel a bit 'better, that returned a bit' of relief.
Occasionally janimar remained with her to sleep ... and when she did she was his mother or his father or his grandmother ... all take turns sleeping with her ... almost as if his house had become a hostel.
They were so afraid to leave her alone? They thought it would make any madness?
But he could not resent them for that ... although it had become despotic since Dante was dead, she could not appreciate, deep down, these gestures of love.
With his grandmother had started knitting, taught her to make sweaters or scarves for the child that was coming ... well, that was late in coming.
"No, honey ... you have been here now ... that's it!"
He loved being with her grandmother Sophia ... but what worried her was that she, too, lately, he seemed sickly ... ... well ... his grandfather, his grandfather Devon now he was gone, a month ago. Yet another
mourning that had completely destroyed.
She had stopped to look at the face of her grandmother. The wrinkles were making progress in his face but does not make bad ... every furrow told a story.
could not miss her ... not now!
that thought while he drove out from the kitchen came the smell of homemade soup that was cooking.
She stayed with her until dinner and then, for the first time, was alone.
He looked around again ... the camera Dante was still hanging on the wall, his clothes still in the closet, his bottle, his shoes, his tennis racket, his CD, cup of Yale, his college.
Everything was there ... in her company.
"If I had known my father, believe me ... you'd be proud of him," he said stroking his belly which now had become enormous. He smiled and had imagined how it would grow that little girl with him, I wonder if it would have been happy, who knows what name he wanted for his daughter ... it was distressing that no one would ever know.
It was lying under the covers ... now it was hot outside and the noises of people coming from her window while she remained there with his book and his pussycat curled up beside her to purr.
was a moment of peaceful relaxation .... But then he felt a sharp pain in lower abdomen that made her squirt forward, keeping one hand on the sore spot. Another
... and then another. Shit!
She got shaky ... hesitated to call 911 ... did not want to rush to hospital if he was, like the time before a false alarm.
A scream had come from the lips while holding the cabinet. No shit, those were the labor pains!
He quickly made up the number and, shortly thereafter, the ambulance was already there ready to transport it to the hospital.
were not many minutes passed before they even came running with her after Sophia.
"ODDIOOOO !!!", crushing the hand of his mother as the contractions became unbearable. A few hours after the waters had broken, and accompanied by Ioshell, was transported to the delivery room.
was time! The pain was excruciating ...
sweaty, with brown hair plastered to his face flushed ioshell while trying to help her breathe.
"Danteee!" He cried then ... and so she continued, she got rave incessant and repeated that name ... I Dante, Dante ... I on his every word went out only that name.
I wanted there with her ... holding her hand while giving birth to their daughter, wanted him to be there to calm her down with the sound of his voice, to reassure her with his eyes ... and tell her he loved her.
"Rene ... you have to push, come on!"
He closed his eyes without stopping to repeat that name, almost seemed to see him there, in front of her dressed as a nurse ... and with the mask on his face ... the pain was too
... "Come on, the last push!"
But the hallucination was gone ... he was not there in that room, vanished into thin air ...
"If this continues to need a caesarean," said a doctor.
"Please ... Rene tries to calm down, I beg you small."
"Lady is perhaps the case that you get out ..." ... Renee had the strength to fight back in his state ... of total delirium.
Dante ... Dante ... the shouts of the doctors did not need to calm her down and she was more in shock.
Suddenly she felt to shake hands, he lifted his head seeing a nurse who gave her away ... She did not know why ... but something had pushed her to calm down ... I had to Dante, it was to small.
He had seen the doctor turned to her opening up into a smile.
"Well ... so Rene"
Another push ... another excruciating pain and then silence ... after a short silence broken by the wail of a little girl, still dirty, it was felt that she was alive ...
He turned around looking for the nurses but there was no one next to her ... but he had not had the opportunity to think over when the girl was in her arms.
"How do I call?"
He had carefully observed while yawning ... placid was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen ... shook his finger with his little hand and, suddenly, she felt like crying for joy this time ... .
Then he opened his eyes showing a pair of smoke-colored eyes, taken from Dante's mother, she was beautiful ...
"Her name is Aida Aida Castor ..."
2 years after
René was sitting quietly on the couch ... he enjoyed that moment of peace and tranquility. Aida
slept beside her with her doll close in her arms, peacefully.
For that Sunday would not work. She graduated with honors and now had opened a private practice that had meshed well.
Without the burden of having to work woke up late ... had they granted until Aida, alarm clock was now running like a cricket in his room by climbing on the Latvian and sits down on her waking small pat ... that was the way that had to wake her daughter.
had laid eyes on her ... it was really those blacks with beautiful hair like the night that fell over his eyes by the rebels long eyelashes to fawn.
He still had his mouth stained with chocolate and she, tenderly, he cleaned the corner.
Certainly his life was changed ... but on some aspects was the same.
Dante was missing every day, every hour, every minute ... every moment of his life, would have given gold to show his little potergli Aida, would have liked ... so lively, active, intelligent.
Every day he went to the cemetery to change the flowers ... and also took advantage to visit the grandparents. Although Sophia had died last year. It was off during sleep, but, even though it was hard to accept, almost envied because ... was now reunited with his love.
But she was bound there ... forced away from him, away from Dante. It was hell and he wanted to go to heaven.
He dropped his head leaning against the back of the sofa, she was tired ... that night he had not slept, had three years to the day that Dante was dead ... and then hated Christmas.
Making the tree was excruciating ... but he was forced out of love for Aida.
But every time he saw those lights merry chase, the red Star of Christmas, the snow falling outside and the smell of roasted chestnuts ... she felt she was dying inside.
Everything reminded him ... everything reminded him that there would be no state and it was as if the fate deridesse mocking her.
knew that Seth was still in prison serving his sentence ... but she did not care to know anything of the devil who had ruined her life.
"mom ...", the plaintive voice of Aida had made it back to reality, he had just smiled as he bent to kiss her forehead.
"Hey, little star ... hello!"
"Fame ..." she complained with her voice still sleepy. Looked more and more reminded him. Of course there was also a lot ... but most of Rene part of the terms ... were of Dante, as well as his black hair.
"soon you make dinner ... it is still early and already have had a snack!"
To address the lack of grains, she started to play with her on the floor and then, give up every toy there, to watch Bambi, his cardboard bookmark. He had already seen thousands of times but did not seem to ever get bored.
The bell had begun to play ... "You're good eh, little brat!" Aida you had a fever ... not because he was naughty or bad ... just was curious in an almost maniacal. He had to discover everything, and every corner ... was clever! Even at two years was well understood how to get what he wanted. Smiling janimar
had let in, in the company of her beautiful belly. She was pregnant ... married for a year now expecting their first child.
hated even to think but sometimes you wondered why a Janma and she did not. Do not get me wrong ... not that she was happy for her friend ... it was just very unhappy with herself.
They had spent the rest of the afternoon chatting before preparing dinner and say goodbye. He was lying in the chair
Aida where, exactly, would not stand.
"You're good, do it for my mother,"
He only calmed down when he started to fit it into the soup ... As always we had hidden in a milk shake to eat raw vegetables because ... not even talking about it.
usually threw the whole house soiling anything within meters.
But fortunately, with a few quirks, he could fix it.
"Want to sleep with mom?", She turned toward her, wiping her wet hands, having washed up, then lowered the curtain on her playing with Joji.
"tiiiiiiii" He laughed at
enthusiastic exclamation, had taken in the arm and was taken to the stretching of the Latvian side, still holding in her arms.
"mom ..."
“Dimmi piccolina…”
“pecchè io non ho un papà?”
Eccola lì…la domanda che non voleva sentirsi fare… la domanda a cui non sapeva e non voleva rispondere.
“Tu hai un papà… ed è sempre con te, anche se non puoi vederlo. Ti vuole bene, sai?”
“E pecchè non vedo io?”
“Perché gli angeli non si vedono… ora dormi, va bene?”
La piccola aveva messo il broncio…ma era durato poco prima che crollasse dal sonno.
Ma lei non riusciva a fare altrettanto… Dante… già, perché lei non poteva vederlo? Why had they prevented a monster! Had formed the fabric of the blanket in his hands in anger ... it possible that after three years nothing had changed in her? Now since then lived with that pain in my heart.
TUM
Renee was splashed attention ... what was that noise.
He stretched his ear, and again he heard a noise.
bitter smile at the thought that, years before, had sought the help of Dante in a similar situation. But now there was not and had to protect her daughter.
It was deviated off the covers away from the bed ... cautiously opened the bedroom door and had looked around ... no ... there was none. He turned
the light and had moved into the living room without seeing anything unusual. Maybe it was the usual owl.
Then something white had drawn his attention ... an envelope.
Slowly he had bent over it squeezing between the slender fingers.
With a flick had torn up a letter letting slip his hand.
His heart was racing ... what the hell does that mean? No stamp, no address ... just marked 'Renee'.
He opened the door ... no jerky. No one was there.
He felt anxious and worried ... did not know what.
Shit! He had to learn to read.
eyes devouring each word written in black on white paper that creasing.
-If you still want to believe ... 39-05 29th Street Long Island City 11101
I'll wait for tomorrow, after tomorrow ... always-
The sheet had fallen from his hands ... who was it? Who could it be? That address was a playground ...
Some say to go the other ... to stay at home.
*** SCENARIO A: YOU DO NOT HAVE
has no idea who sent the letter ... I do not know. No, not at the bizarre event. Ok, it's in a public place and nothing will happen. But prefers not to trust. Tear up the paper and stay home.
SCENARIO B: It appears
not know who to write that letter ... but in the end find out what costs?! Yes, I will come to that appointment ... the place is not isolated, there will be other people, can not happen to any harm.
In memory of Sophia and Devon ... I will miss those two ç__ç Simmi ç__ç
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