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The first time I realized that this was not working as I wanted was the third day that M was at home ...
Saturday and Sunday everything was perfect, except for a horizontal cut was relatively fresh in his right arm, he did it with scissors to cut chicken, it was not deep but bled a little, "but on Monday night, when I was asleep, I woke up with a start to get him standing over my bed, his hair on the face and breathing hard ...
"Are you okay?" I asked, though it was obvious he was not, I joined because I used to sleep with only my underwear and did not want to think anything unusual.
said nothing, sat on the bed with your hair on the face, staring into space, and it was then that I realized that was nothing but a child lost and frightened, there was , has taken a single drug in three days there was no drinking, no smoking, and cut him was not doing well because someone was always watching ... And only took three days ....
I saw so fragile, so pequeñoy confused ... Mom said it was just a scared child who wanted to utter despair that a mother take care ... How could we save? The truth is I do not know, and see it, so lonely and sad, breaks my heart ... I loved him so much as C, wished with all my being able to save your life ... C had told me that the best thing now was to leave him alone, but how could I leave him alone if he was there, sitting on my bed, staring at nothing?
without much "Since there was nothing that he had not seen before elsewhere, I got out of bed, took my pants that was lying on the floor and put it on me Ely stood before I offered my hand, I was like a being from another planet.
"What are you doing?"
"Come, let's get to bed ..."
"Really?" He smiled a half smile, and hit in the arm.
"Do not play dumb with me ... I'll be there with you until you fall asleep ... Come on, come on ... "
I sat on the mattress against the wall, legs stretched and put his head on my lap, covered it loosely with a sheet and I was ; there, humming softly and stroking his hair, did not sleep and neither do I, but was quiet few hours, although he felt that he destroyed inside, sweating despite the room was cold, and trembling though his face was warm, After a while, took the pillow and sat on her head without looking at me, and I understood it was time to leave him alone with whatever you were feeling at that moment, I left the studio and got into bed, and although he had not done before, wept in silence, without anyone noticing, out of pure fear ...
Fear that could not save him, afraid that me out of hand ...
Fear of losing ... Afraid that love was not enough to save ...
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