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knew who the woman was being withdrawn from the icy waters.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.
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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