(ARI-on the house: "Lost" by Coldplay)
Here "Lost," part two "^ ^ (I recommend should read the other first !)
The truth is much simpler than people tend to believe it. The truth is often in front of them, but refuse to look at her face. The truth - he thought Rain with a veil of sadness in his eyes intense - you can not admit even to themselves, most of the time.
as he remembered with great nostalgia to the face that must have made at his first meeting with the woman solar and tender, strong and wonderfully sweet, who lived across the street, the young man could not help remembering their undeniable truth. But it was a truth that would stifle forever, mad with grief. It started in the worst way, after all.
When the boy arrived in the country, the law enforcement officer Patrick Donovan had presented himself at the door of the hovel where Rain it was determined to make it clear the few simple rules of living in Tsegi: work hard, mind your own business, do not mess or I hold you in jail for what I want to.
Actually, despite the ways to bully sheriff with whom he had fallen at home, Mr. Donovan Rain not had a particularly unpleasant: he had expected even worse, in a small group of houses and dull like that. But there was just this kind of entrance test designed to perceive what kind of man he was and how he meant to survive in that small community. Test successfully passed, it goes without saying.
Rain and Patrick had socialized so uncommon. Often the cop needed a hand in monitoring along the highway, in relations with the natives of the reserves, or simply in finding some hard day at the pub around the corner: it was there that the two had learned to cooperate willingly, until to develop some form of mutual tolerance - not friends, mind you: Pat treated him like a gorilla, a bodyguard. Permissible, nothing to say.
While Patrick had not presented the family.
Paciosi The in-laws and available, Neil Taylor and May, honest people. The son of a decade, Samuel said Sammy, a little fever.
Finally, his wife Grace - Rain for which he had lost his words, his head and his mind. Grace with her bright eyes, made of water and salt. Grace checkered apron and air as an angel of the hearth. Grace with a soft mouth, never more than a hint of makeup, never a word out of place, never a smile that does not shine like a shooting star. Grace and grace made with the specter of a latent pain in his eyes. The beginning of a nightmare he could have a name so sweet?
Here its truth, its hidden tumor unmentionable (from Nabokov's note). Why continue to deny it? Rain loved Grace quietly, desperately, desperately, violently. More than you could ever imagine. From the first moment when he had appeared before his eyes at once shy and curious, with the apparent modesty of an innocent child and imagine the taste of a real woman. But there was another truth, unfortunately. The truth was that Rain did not have the means to go against Patrick Donovan, so she continued to go along with the cowardly cop and his bravado in the grip of guilt.
The truth was that on the evening of the tragic fight, Patrick was not exactly "died in service" means the man was trying, with his usual violence, to collect monthly by the tow down to the local thugs, after giving notice to the silence and connivance Rain pain of fire "accidentally" cleaned up the cabin where the boy lived. Patrick was rotten and corrupt, unworthy of the desert flower that lit up the days and nights.
When in poorly lit alley next all'Irish Pub, had taken up the fight, Rain had already left for some time, having deliberately chosen not to back up that arrogant asshole. "Get in the house fire, arrest me, how the hell do you think. No matter what, fuck off, "said the Rain. It had left the room. But the consequences were far more serious than expected. Those were two, and Patrick rotten drunk. He had not even had time to pull out a gun. It would never come back to show whether you have learned the lesson.
The truth, therefore, was that slow, I hate to read Grace's face turned to stone by grief at the funeral, as he shook the belly Sammy to avoid going crazy, had Rain also started to rot.
would rot everything.
***
That was the best place, Aster she was convinced. Almost at the edge of the handful of houses near a farm probably fallen into disuse, without bothering anyone and expect nothing from the local community: there were a well, a couple of trees Stenterello, enough space for caravans and their proverbial junk.
While watched his men try to acclimate, the old Aster congratulated herself for having decided to stay for a few nights. The cat Nyx, with big green eyes on the verge of prophecy, seemed to agree with her. They smiled, as only two witches can do.
"But do you think? Stop that! "Balthazar embarrassed giggle. Moon it was up another of his.
The beautiful gypsy, with her porcelain complexion and a thousand colored braids crow at midnight, never missed an opportunity to tease the giant brown in the hope that not too hidden all'avance succumb once and for all. It would be perfect for his collection of males from the first prize ...
Continuing
's ear to whisper nonsense compliant, Moon saw the only real obstacle that would prevent him: its, adorable sister. Emerald, with narrow slit eyes and dark hair in a storm, he stared at the scene with deep disapproval.
"This girl can not have fun," cried the wickedly shrewd Moon in the direction of the strict censorship of the sister jealous. "I'm just saying you should not waste time constantly," hissed the other: "You know perfectly well that there will not be enough to withstand the supplies we have, then you give yourself or a move and help me with pots and clothes, or never be able to set up a booth to sell trinkets. " Eye to eye, the sisters were determined as irritated eyes unconsciously pleased with Balthazar. "Work, work, and only ever work! I told my sister that I do not even know where home is, the fun ... So tonight I'll show you that trick with the cards, all right, Bal? "Moon winked with a smile.
received a resounding pat on the back the giant by the vision of two wonders who continued to grumble to each other. "Claude!" Thundered Balthazar turned around, "know that you have two sisters unbearable? Their job is to fight. " "Stop it, genius," said seventeen year old that the fascinating French el'allure had the name, "we know perfectly well that both are fighting over you. In fact I will tell you that if I were not there to control them, who knows where we land: I would not have to kick your ass gypsy ".
The two laughed amused. "Rather, where is yours, sister?" Continued the younger: "I have not the age to end up in some feud love, Jewel, but end up getting lost as usual ... and then sent to look for me always. "
Jewel in fact was not brought an eye for a change. Victim of his own infinite curiosity, often accompanied by the trust as a nurse Nyx decidedly unorthodox, but often also the whole and reckless one, the girl he loved to explore the places where they stayed.
follow the path all his own. He felt all his music. She saw colors and textures invisible. According to the rumors of his mysterious Aunt Aster, the little girl was kissed by the Goddess, but nobody could say for sure until that delicious brat had not turned into a lovely young woman. Until then, however, it was essential to protect from his feline curiosity ... Where he had hunted?
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