Hello dear friends of the Forum, a new attempt to keep alive our beloved characters of RR, the stranger much, I would love to see they soon on the screen, I hope you liked this short story, with great affection all. Waiting response all of you! 😛Anny14
"Is necessary to the silence of the reason to cure the monsters" M. Foucault
First shot
Although both did not know each other well, and for this reason was for me very difficult to elucidate why this girl resorted to me, a stranger, in a moment so difficult. I finally opted to ask her. -What the hell are you doing here at this hour of the night ? first error. The only thing I was hurry inconsolable crying that resisted in his throat. She cried as I never heard crying. She rubbing his tears, between moans that confused an incoherent babbling that I couldn't hear anything. She cried without suspicion, without realizing its disastrous state, in a way that inevitably touched me.
And my second mistake. Embrace it with all my forces wanted to start that infamous pain of his soul. -Paro! -What happens? She cried harder and her eyes were closed with unexplained pain. Anger and immediately after, the terror after a few seconds that challenged my perception of time. Bring her to my office, I sat down it across desk and squat in front of her, wait for a response. She only cried...
Their movements were clumsy, foolish, without rhythm. Gestures weren't wearing their almost perfect face, and in his body be could glimpse of fatigue and pain, what she had spent hours before? For a moment I thought she was crazy. Soon I would be stop thinking (properly I guess). While I try serving the coffee, she crouched on his knees covering his face with both hands, her hair fell to the side and I saw his back, crossed by the incandescent red sashes of what looked like strings, or lashes. I was thoughtless and why no doubt. When the last strength left to used my reasons, I lost the alternatives and found only a sense. I take the first aid kit and i carefully clean and cure each stroke in her Immaculate skin and then she fell asleep in that position, sobbing and tired with their hands on the face resting on his knees.
The dark is the color of mystery and was that the mystery seduced me. And my third error, the worst of all. That night for the first time, takes a woman to my house. I weight her trying not to touch his wounds, his face was so close to mine, I wanted to stem the tide of my thoughts and only managed to get puzzled. She moaned in whispers, in their dreams of pain and tormented me to hear it. That made me both wants her, craved embraces her and protect her. I support her in bed and stayed sat by her side, watching the blood on their hands and clean them carefully, I knew that Paro was alive of miracle, but by that refuge is in me? I would have sworn that the only thing that felt for me was panic; their eyes were always full of fear. Except for one time in the desert...
She didn't want to do it, but that bloody man forced her to do so, as it was his life or yours, there were no more options. Saw Bindi die that night, she saw how his Takur murdered her best friend, : - had I not seen it never would have believed it.- Then it fell into the hands of Bima, this Hound hit her so hard that he felt his poor bones to almost break. It is true that it would have probably been more prudent not to surrender to the authorities once had done that, however and although it was in self-defence, as forgetting that. It is a murder... but she had no choice, her life was in danger. And she knew that the Takursa would not move a finger for the killer of Bima.
Seeing he Paro couldn't issue a single word, his hard tone it frozen her and she pour out all his pain before his eyes. And, at the bottom of the eyes brown deep swamps, a force that attracted the will, and that added thrill the deepest fears, as she could be lost forever on them.
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Shiv Shakti
Madhubala - Ek Ishq Ek Junoon
