Well, I'm still here. To date, no update to the Flaming Stars, but I propose a short story. I felt the urge to publish it to send something maybe. I do not know. Anyway Good reading.
lay on the grass that morning. Dura stone on his back. The lips were swollen and bleeding. The chill in the bones.
he woke up so Dalia in a rainy day. He had seen many gloomy day in his life. And that morning seemed to be back those days when the sun had stopped on her.
He loved the sun. He loved the warmth that emanated and that the warming. When staring at the sun thought his name was not given a chance. Dahlia was a flower and she felt that. He needed light and love. But no one seemed to volergliene and she was dying every day more and more. He lived in a stone hut, not at all pretty.
Inside the bare minimum. Yeah. Such a beautiful flower forced to live in a place so without light. Devoid of love.
Dalia had never loved. She was with everyone, but was allowed to fall in love.
A badly devoured. The evil that seeps into the soul. Called that evil drug. His loneliness, his sadness could not survive without.
was 22 years old and his big green eyes I had seen enough. Not a mother at his side prepare the clothes for a dance and prepares breakfast. Only a father. Violent. Never again would bear. So one winter morning he escaped.
A beautiful flower, so there could withstand the cold of winter so long and was transported by a whirlwind too impetuous for her. Fell into a life that would never have dreamed of. Nobody would have ever dreamed.
the rain waiting for passers-by. In the rain waiting for one who would tear the flesh. Again and again. Consuming the soul little by little.
a day like so many other things her body felt weak. Her head was spinning. The head was light and full of thoughts. Too. Then suddenly all was thinking and completely free. She was a retching.
He felt that he was faint. When he saw a pair of green eyes that looked like nobody had ever done before.
The sweet voice asked if everything was fine. She said it at first. He felt that he was different. Then he let out a thousand words with that boy who had never seen. Do not ever touched it. The only stroked with his eyes. And Dalia felt for a moment to flourish. They talked for a long time.
reassures that meeting and not even realized that she had stopped raining and the sky was clear. Before leaving he gave her his phone number. Whenever she felt lonely, scared or just to talk to him there would be nothing without meaning in return. At dusk began to rain. His ray of sunshine was gone and with it his serenity.
keep thinking of that guy with green eyes so kind. And to repeat itself within its name: Alan.
The repeated and sighed and felt better.
returned home.
Without makeup looked younger years.
in that house so small and humid to sleep. Thoughtful. As it had been all day.
Days passed. It grew inside her conviction to end it. With that bleak job. With that bleak life.
Yet another man asked her.
Yet another that gnawed at his soul. She cried. She cried all the time.
and eager for that animal blood even noticed it.
Dalia looked up. Looking for a God that take away life. That take away the pain.
Basta. Had to end.
arrived yet this man without a story. Because she knew nothing of anyone. Also struggling to know itself. He took courage and sent him away.
Never again. He thought. Would not do that anymore. But the pain came. I just feel a great pain inside her. Fell and Sven.
not slept for ever as he had hoped though. He recovered and ran home. Where no one expected it. She leaned against the wall and slid down on the cold floor.
was almost decided to end his suffering. He picked up a knife. The sharper. I just sank into the flesh. The blood stained the floor. Never again. He repeated. When suddenly he said something that had to remain attached for a while on that life. He stood up and whispered a name: Alan.
His last chance. He went to sleep. It rivegliò the morning.
picked up the phone and dialed the number written on that note that he still had the scent of her sun a lot and talked for the first time in a long time Dalia smiled and felt even better.
He decided he would change everything. No more drugs. No more road. Nothing at all. He knew that Alan was with her.
She sank to her arms and all those days it did not rain anymore.
It
inside her outside where it was felt strongly in the spring.
He found a job as a saleswoman. In a flower shop. He thought it was funny that just a Dalia worked among the flowers and was happy. Do not never touched any drugs. Had stopped. Had undertaken and was successful. He put his house in the place that seemed comfortable now.
Also that afternoon, when he left the house was quiet. Was different.
a life growing inside her. He knew for sure. He ran like a child by his love to give him the news. Dalia fantasized. They took a small house of their own. He had a family of her own. He smiled and looked at the sun as he always did.
not arrived Alan never home.
found her crying semi naked on a lawn, and took her to a hospital.
anyone, and she saw in her face he saw him abusing her, he tore his clothes, he had beaten her. He had used. Again. Rebelled with all her strength, but she was frail. Too. It was decided: he wanted to see him suffer as she had suffered. He went to report it. He knew who he was. It was the last man who had eaten for the last time. He wanted more, but she did not. Dalia did not want. He was afraid.
His creature, in the head just the life that was inside her. Had not been able to say whether he would survive. And wept while the analyzer. The results would give the next day. Why not now? He shouted to the doctors. There was nothing to do. Returned home. He washed the mess he had on his body, his lips continued to bleed.
Yet he could not wash what was inside. He dressed like a doll she used to light and hesitated as he walked towards the phone. Alan had to say.
But he was afraid. Fear of losing it. Took courage. He had a lot of courage so far. Going to make it. Alan knew nothing rushed to her in an instant. The hugged and Dalia told him everything.
He started talking and it was impossible to stop now. When he had finished Dalia felt that the forces abandoned. Still felt vomit rise. Fainted. She fell asleep.
Dalia learned to never give up.
To believe in what he did even when things go wrong. He learned that there is always a ray of sunshine for everyone.
He learned to resist psychic death. Worse than physical. He learned to love. He gave his love to the one man who did not want anything in return from her but a tender love.
He gave birth to two flowers and Violet Rose. Its small that they were survivors of violence.
Dalia was happy now. He stared at the sun and no cloud could overshadow his life now. His murderer was serving his sentence while she smiled at his loved ones. Dalia attacked the life now.
like never before. It is always worth living. Every moment. Even the worst. It can not always go wrong. He repeated. No more lost hours Dalia. Forever.
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