LOVE SEX PAIN CONFUSION SUFFERING

People passing looked without giving much importance. Anyone else had thrown the bridge, nothing new.

Rescuers seemed surprised, had never taken those waters a person who seemed to feel so much pain.

He was young, maybe twenty-five or twenty-seven years, clenched hands, her long dark hair, seemed dark at that time, tangles with the river gave the young plants a dramatic aspect, Ophelia.

Near the scene, watching the movement, a man stood still, the distressed look, the body shook involuntarily tried to light a cigarette, but the light rain and the quake prevented him to succeed in the attempt. He knew who the woman was being withdrawn from the icy waters. Could not leave, needed follow the tragic movement, after all, was the love of his life was being taken from the river.

He wanted to go to the body that was on the floor, wish I could hold her in his arms and apologize, beg to hear him say that was wrong that things would be different, but it was late, there was now only one body, swollen, half blue. He was still there, as if his legs had been frozen, felt despair, his vision blurred sometimes dark waves covered his eyes, he could not believe it, she was rather lost forever. He would carry the burden of the last words forever, unable to explain what was wrong. Forever. His last memory of her was that, a purplish mass and soaked the floor.

Stepped on the cigarette was left smashing against the floor angrier than necessary, the tears flowed slowly, he seemed listless and indifferent if someone decided to take a look at the man standing across the street, which did not happen, no one was looking twice to him, they were wondering what had happened, who was the person who had jumped from the bridge to direct death.

He knew well, bitterly replayed the most beautiful days lived with her every second, even the fights and everyday discussions.

He loved her with all the strength of his miserable existence, he loved her, and would love for the rest of his days with a deep and corrosive pain that would kill him slowly, every day, would surrender to the darkness.

 I 

Mary was with a group of friends when Mark saw her for the first time, she was like a ray of sunshine amid the cold and snow, could hear his spontaneous and sweet laugh that caught his attention, at first annoying way, after all that girl was laughing out loud in a public place, difficult thing to happen that way, the city did not offer a lot of fun, it was not an attractive place for young people and tourists.

But there she was, sitting with friends, drank some hot drink, the cold was intense, access cigarettes, lively conversation, she spoke to everyone with an amusing attention and kindness, everyone seemed very excited.

Mark had stopped there for a hot drink as well as all the cold that city was damp and depressing, with the constant drizzle and eternal.

The group was showing signs that they were going to leave the place, a little shake of conversations based on reunion promises and calls that marked new encounters.

After the group left to give Mark a sense of emptiness, the noise seemed nice now that silence came back to dominate the site.

He always tried to be in places with movement of people, always avoided empty places were dangerous to their memories, they could come back overwhelmingly, he then could not control.

Decided to leave also, the afternoon was falling fast, light the city acquired more damning and gray tones, the rain had pushed, grabbed his coat left the money carelessly on the table and left.

He walked slowly regardless of the rain, was accustomed. He walked for about five hundred meters and by chance noticed that there was a person sitting in a bus stop, was intrigued after all the rain was cold and relatively strong for someone sitting there waiting. Mark was approaching slowly, not wanting to scare the person seemed distracted.

Mark's surprise was indescribable when he saw who was the person sitting on the bench, was the girl who was at the cafe, the girl who was like the sun, he could not believe it.

She noticed his approach and seemed frightened by the approach and a stranger, she started to get up but seemed to give up when he saw it was Mark.

-Excuse me, did not want to scare her, do with that time I imagined he was in need of some help to be sitting in that rain and cold.

-No Scared.

-What Good, so do not look like the dangerous type, Mark smiled gently, trying to establish a contact without pressing the girl.

-I saw you was in the cafe.

-Oh yes, I was, not a coincidence? I remember you too, with your friends.

-Yes with my friends. Mary looked away as he said it, a certain sadness shadowed his eyes.

-And Why not accompanied them and stayed here alone?

-I prefer to leave it alone.

-Why, forgive me, I here talking nonstop, not even introduced myself. Mark was embarrassed, the girl was reticent, did not seem willing to engage in a longer conversation, it overwhelmed him, began to feel the cold more and annoying rain.

-My name is Mark.

-Mary.

-Nice to meet you Mary.

The silence of the girl after the presentations was leaving Mark no hope of being able to offer a ride, or another coffee for a longer conversation.

-Is here long? I mean, waiting for the bus? It was getting increasingly boring, Mary did not leave a loophole for him.

-Some time.

May I invite you for a hot drink? It seems to me that is cold and a little tense.

-I Better not, my bus must to go at any time.

It was like an ice cube in his hopes of meeting that best woman, she did not seem willing to allow an approximation.

Mark was so embarrassed he did not know what else to speak, put his hands in his coat pockets and remained silent for a moment.

-See If you do not mind, I would accept a hot drink now, there is absolutely no hurry for me to leave, after all, have nowhere to go even.

The words of the young woman filed a distance in his ears, it was all he most wanted to happen right now.

-Why, come on, we can go back to the same place as before, are open all the time.

-All right, I'm cold and tired, at least there will not be taking rain.

They walked together in silence, Mark was nervous and happy, would be able to meet that girl.

Came to coffee, this time they were on the inside, the rain shaken, the increased cold, it was better being heated within the establishment, getting dark and everything took on a more grayish air still, depressing and somewhat distressing way.

Already seated, the waitress approached awaiting orders.

-A please espreso, you?

-The Same thing is great.

-Well, you are not hungry? Shall I ask something?

-It's all right, a coffee is enough.

Mark could not help but feel tense, Mary did not seem willing to talk a lot, and it intrigued him with his interlocutor, she seemed distant and sad, but at the same time, she seemed quiet, no trace of apparent suffering.

-You Live here? It is the city?

It was Mary who asked, a good sign, she began to look more relaxed and will now, perhaps heat from the environment, able to warm the icy members had helped to unwind.

-Yes, I have always lived here, but I never saw you, I think that is a short time in the city.

-From Fact, I came to a few weeks not much circled around, I know this place yet.

-I See, our climate also does not help does not it? Sightseeing seem less interesting in the rain and cold.

-No Came for sightseeing, I came to take refuge of things, forget parts of my life, try another way.

-And You have achieved?

-What?

-Forget, again, in short, has achieved the changes you want?

-At The beginning but now everything seems to me inappropriate and confusing.

-Is hHaving problems? Forgive my indiscretion, but I realized that when he left with his friends did not follow with any of them, although they are leaving by car, you did not follow them.

-No, not accompanied them, did not want to go where they were going, I preferred to go it alone. They are not my real friends.

-But you look happy and fun before.

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