Clinging to smoke colored tubes with fists clenched and eyes veiled, Electra watched the screaming children who were playing ball and those who threw a smiling unreal height chute red and green;
large, mother-father -tate-grandparents, talking quietly as if time had stopped to give them the opportunity to enjoy this nice and sunny now.
you no, he did not want to stop time.
had decided to throw the key dank room where he had locked up and no longer even asked what was the right time to go out there and play and smile to enjoy the moment. Those chills
that prevented runs the gray cashmere scarf the family had become unbearable though, was the fear of causing more pain, to hurt those who loved him, to move into the minefield of unspoken, his own life.
When he tried to quit pretending that "nothing" had happened when he repeated "all right!" as the most convincing of the mantra, when illusions that his moment had arrived, just then the tears streaming down her face with deep furrows and bitter.
What else would do but surrender?
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