When my warm coat is on your shoulders, you tremble, turn around with a misunderstanding, a silent look.
It always seemed to me that you were small and fragile; maybe it's Katherine's fault that you're a fairy to her and no other way. But now that I'm so close, I realize that you're only half as strong as me.
Your beautiful smooth body recovers much faster than your mental state. It's already becoming a reliable defensive cocoon for what's left of the soul. But you don't know that I have already penetrated and grown there with you, I surprise every new cell that appears.
But I haven't touched you yet. Even though the thick fabric of the suit. You still have trouble resisting even the touch of doctors, each one for you - a little personal hell.
And it just makes you want to be softer.
I bet my soft touches will be even worse for you than the fleeting doctors?
- Come on, you'll be taking an exam soon.
I'm waiting for you to step forward and I'll follow you.
A trace in the trace, another little conversation.
On the stairs, you stumble on your own feet and almost falls. I grab your hand a little higher than my elbow before I think about it.
Just a reflection or the unwillingness to see your neck wrapped in a moment? I hope the second. I do not need the defensive reflexes of Maya Cole.
To my small surprise, you do not jump, there is no waterproof wax mask on the small face. On the contrary, you look at it with all your power and try to find a sign of something in me. You clung to the perfectly pressed sleeve of my shirt.
- Do I have to go now?
The supplication in your voice drowned your body in disgust. Really? Really? Will you seek shelter with me? You're looking for the wrong place. I am someone, but not your protector.
- The doctors and the police have to make sure that you are not pregnant. Let's go.
You step back like you're getting a blow in the air. You squeeze your lips and put your eyes down. You pass me as fast as you can.
You have to go through this alone. I have taken special care that your parents are not here, and I am leaving now. And you sit in this more tortuous chair and humbly stretch your legs - again - and wait. And those minutes will feel like an eternity to you.
A new life. If it's inside, what are you going to do then? Will you kill, hate or can you accept it as yours without being connected to it?
I will even give you the final choice. A little bonus on the negative result of the same test with Katie.
Be very happy, beautiful bitch.
I'll get the results before the police do. Negative.
I've been sitting in a small hospital canteen for an hour, looking at the prison scan as if something was changing. I try to understand my feelings and I can't. I listen, but they don't respond. They have died. Am I happy or not?
The display shows a vibrant phone number from the father. I give up. Another shot about how bad a brother I am.
But not only do I not want to - I can't be a part of all these Skype video conferences. Seeing the glassy eyes, probably hearing the same creak instead of words that Maya did recently. The presence of Katie's mother will be enough now. Yes.
I push almost half a cardboard sandwich in my mouth at once and create the illusion that I can't speak. As if my father could see me now.
- Is it that delicious? - Lyell is completely invisible behind me.
It's annoying how many silent monkeys have been around me lately. Or am I so inner that I can't see anyone around me?
- Oh, shit. For nothing, this expensive hospital, food like a madhouse.
I close with a sage of coffee in a plastic cup, and Lyell, who sighs picturesquely, falls on the chair in front of the salon.
- Dick, what's wrong with you lately? You don't always show up at home, neither at work nor here - he walks around the room with his hands and bends over the narrow counter top closest to me. - You can't reach yourself. You look like a caveman. - He takes his eyes off my grip on my fingers and looks carefully into my eyes. - Why all this?
