《Sip; just so of a cup of Milk with a small taint of coffee.》 Sip of a cup with sweet milk. What does dying entails? It is a question so common, so mundane because it comes from the same meaning and, in turn, is as important as it is trivial for others. I am not the one to dictate by which hand you leave the world, nor do I think I would like to have the merit of; perhaps for the reason that thinking about it is simply not enjoyable to me, what fun is there in thinking about what dying entails? In the end, it''s not as if thinking about it will make us ignore reality or what happens during and after it, or even before. It''s a little boring, it''s confusing, it''s not enjoyable, and yet; It was inevitable to avoid thinking about it for life even if in just moments it appeared and went away as quickly as the bubbles in a glass of boiling water, but likewise, more came out again and burst, that is until it finally stopped boiling, and With it: you would have a glass ready, one ready for some bitter and delicious coffee, or one of warm milk, if it is slightly sweeter to drink. I tell myself that it is of no use, even so, it is not my main thought. Rather¡­ What does it mean for those who take from other people''s lives? The harvester of souls, lashing out against life and thinking about the departure, the misfortune. It''s so weird? I don''t know, it''s really a question I''ve felt I should answer; and I lack reason to be able to respond, also to understand it. I don''t like to take so much time thinking about myself, because by doing so much I become familiar with death, and I don''t think that''s what I want to approach or aspire to, I may be stupid, but I maintain a little the principle of not leaving, I don''t think that doing so is right, either for me or for others, right? Not yet¡­ ¡ªSo, what do you think? ¡ªShe sighed ¡ª Good, i supouse. ¡ª He said ¡ªWhat are you taking about? I''m wondering where your mind went so suddenly.¡ª ¡ªAh, that''s right, well, uhhm... ¡ª He said. ¡ªI just got distracted a little, nothing relevant. ¡ª ¡­Sip. ¡ªSure? You didn''t seem very connected to your world for it to have been irrelevant. ¡ª She said. ¡ªAnd well? Does matters? It''s not like I''m going to die from it. Not yet. ¡ª he said and thought. She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head with a grimace of uncertainty, to give a sigh and lean her back on the comfortable cafeteria table, the smell warm and coffeery, even if such an adjective does not exist; It was as useful as saying a bitter and gloomy smell, but anyone would say that a cup of coffee deserves to live on a calm table. That is why perhaps coffee lives in both worlds as each one does, but we are not aware of coffee... And not from oneself either. ¡ªWhat? ¡ª he altered her voice slightly, as she moved her head toward the table, and toward her glass of milk; Among many things, something sweeter than a little bitterness, because how could I not say that I hate coffee because of the sour touch it gives in my mouth, even if of all, black is the one that gives it the least bitterness. ¡ªNothing, nothing. ¡ªShe assured with her head ¡ªI was just saying. ¡ªAnd she was ¡®just saying¡¯, hell to ensure my own death in life, it''s not like I''m destined for magnificence either. -I see. ¡ª He said with a sigh ¡ª This is boring. ¡ª And even if it were, it wouldn''t matter because he could do nothing but complain in such a place. Furthermore, complaining would probably only cause him to become more annoyed with the very cacophony experienced by the repetition of the front door bell, flickering with the movements of a mean boy who preferred to keep moving the door from side to side to annoy customers. , but the only one who sadly bothered was the one already lost in his thoughts, young, young whose humor seemed more rustic than a stone from nature itself despite his birthday being before the second decade of a tree''s life, or so he said to himself. ¡ªDo you want to stop now?!, eh?! ¡ªShe said with a raised voice and a rooster half crowing because of her voice. The kid was overcome with fear and stood erect with his back alert while he walked away quickly, without bothering to say a word, well, who would want to start talking to a guy who drank milk in a cafeteria? Nobody, or at least it didn''t seem like it except for his companion. ¡ªYou didn''t have to be so aggressive, for God''s sake. ¡ªShe murmured as she returned her gaze to the table ¡ªHe''s just a child¡ª ¡ªI don''t want a child to be disturbing the environment. ¡ªHe said with a thick and hoarse sigh. ¡ªYou''re probably the only one that was getting bothered by it. ¡ª She replied. ¡ªI didn''t realize he existed until you yelled at him.¡ª She added to her response. ¡ªI don''t care, it''s not my problem to be aware of my surroundings, for God''s sake¡ªHe said with disdain as he watched his annoyance leave the cafeteria through the door. It was so easy that even the most serene person would accept. Well, a slight silence loomed between the banal babbling of people who, well, did not exist outside of here, but the feeling was mutual, neither she nor he existed outside of here for others, as much as energy for an addict to caffeine once drank their last cup of coffee; bitter-tasting, to put an end to the thought of being better this way, because it is more direct. And disgusting, or well, that was unnecessary in the opinion of an innovator who drinks from a cup of milk, when rather, he should be drinking a good black coffee with his self-taught reasoning from, who knows from where it came. ¡ªDo you realize that a few moments ago you were more lost than a goat on the road? ¡ª She said. ¡ªWhat kind of metaphor is that? ¡ªHe said as he frowned slightly. ¡ªYou''re not answering my question. ¡ª she said back. ¡ªAnd? You can''t wait for me to be so compassionate with an annoying kid. ¡ª He took a sip from his glass of cow''s milk, or well, luckily with lactose, because he didn''t suffer from bathroom attacks every time he did so. ¡ªpfft¡­¡ª She couldn''t hold back a light laugh as she approached the table to lean her elbows on it. ¡ªHey? What is it that makes you laugh so much? ¡ª -Nothing. ¡ªShe said while he forced the muscles of his mouth to avoid vocalizing the implied irony again. -I mean it, nothing. ¡ª She stated once seconds passed and he continued looking at her face with his half-closed eyes. ¡ªTell me now. ¡ª He said, not believing anything that was stated. ¡ªHow do you expect me not to laugh while you drink a glass of milk? ¡ªShe said while she let out light laughs between her words. ¡ª Seriously, you''re twenty-one and you still choose milk as if you still ordered happy meals. ¡ª She said as she let out a loud enough laugh. ¡ªAnd well, that''s better than drinking mud with water. ¡ª He said. ¡ªAt least it doesn''t leave your mouth with a bad smell or taste. ¡ª ¡ªMy, my, since when did your breath smell good anyway?" ¡ªShe tilted her head slightly with a light laugh. ¡ªSince I brushed my teeth, damn. ¡ª He said with a slight frown on his brow, who was somewhere between confusion and frowning in annoyance at his taunt. ¡ªOkay I believe you. ¡ª She said. ¡ªOr well, I have to. ¡ª ¡ªYou could practice empathy, you know? ¡ª He said scathingly. And who was one to speak, they have principles, but how far do they go compared to a street lenght? Or what one''s eyes can see, in the end, what you can''t see doesn''t hurt. It doesn''t hurt, that''s what many say. Irony would be that he will blame someone for procrastinating, or for being childish, or any aspect that does not revolve around a topic as inherent as surplus in your own eyes. Who knows; It''s not like one is going to question what they¡¯re looking at when they need to speak from the heart and not with reason. Maybe one stop being empathetic once they look out of instinct rather than out of sincere and intentional concern, but are they different? ¡ªWhat did you expect? ¡ªShe said with a slight mockery as she straightened her back again. ¡ª Don''t look at me with that face, it seems as if you were looking at another world than ours. ¡ª And yes, it was a different world to which he looked, the living one was his, and he had to stick to acting in it without reproach. ¡ªYes, I know. ¡ª He said. ¡ªYou didn''t have to blame me. ¡ª ¡ªAh, but you like to blame him, right? ¡ªShe responded with a soft smile. ¡ªNow, now. Be quiet. ¡ª He said as he looked up at the ceiling of the cafeteria, the light slightly blinding his eyes as he gave a deep and dense sigh like the smell that was lacking with a touch of coffee. ¡ªHa! What''s happening? ¡ª She laughed again while she also rested her body on the chair and relaxed her straight posture, but in her case her gaze was directed towards the waiter. ¡ªDid you bring money? ¡ª ¡ªWell no. ¡ª ¡ªOkay, I''ll have to pay then. ¡ª She sighed, unable to help but make a funny face. ¡ªWow, I never expected in my life to have to pay for a glass of milk. ¡ªShe said ¡ªIn a coffee shop, especially. ¡ª And maybe she was right, how common is it to pay for a glass of milk in a coffee shop? a simple, plain glass of lukewarm milk without grace, affable but lacking a place in the group, at least if he lacked a companion in his presentation. And yet, how much do we not expect in our lives to have to put ourselves in the sight of another when we have to look at a fetid? After all, logically we expect that the relative of the deceased will be the one to do it, or well, that another relative will do it if we are also part of his blood. Nobody can blame one, there is a reason that the options are there, but certainly: it was better to serve yourself a glass of milk in your own home than to go buy it at a cafeteria. ¡ªLet''s leave the nonsense aside, okay? ¡ª He said, trying to appease the ridicule he received. ¡ªIf you want that. ¡ªShe said as she shrugged her shoulders. ¡ªWell, it would be time to go. ¡ª She made a slight whistle to get the attention of the waiter, to whom she handed him the total of her bill, both for her coffee and the glass of milk. ¡ªTake care of yourself. ¡ª He said as he took a sip from the glass of milk. ¡ªLucky you, you being friendly? ¡ª She joked as she moved her body close to her and poked his cheek lightly with her fingers, to which he slightly moved his face away from her with embarrassment on his face. ¡ªAlso, take care of yourself, Jaden. ¡ª She said as she stood up and from there, she started her walk, leaving there and marking herself among the noise with the bell going from side to side as the door opened and closed. Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.¡ªYes, yes, whatever. ¡ªHe murmured as he rested his elbows on the seat again. ¡ªWhat a nonsense. ¡ªHe said as he took a sip from his sweet glass of a brat and left it half finished. ¡ªWell, I didn''t feel like drinking anything anyway. ¡ª He muttered to himself again to clear his thoughts. ¡ªBut hey, a free glass of milk is free milk. ¡ª It''s not like one could have served it in the comfort of your home, without having to force someone to pay for it and then leave it half served like a newly filled baby, right? How ironic. ?This was definitely boring, I couldn''t wait any longer. And it doesn''t matter, it''s not like I can grieve being in someone else''s territory; I wouldn''t allow it, even if I wanted to, but luckily, I wouldn''t. Or well, what could I make it out of anyway? I would talk as if understanding was as common as everyone who has sinned, but I don''t think they would understand, much less turn around and look at me from some eye other than my table and me. But if they give me the look out of boredom, out of spite they take it away. Even with that, I can understand that no look directed at me contains anything more than the need to keep some flow in the neck and look at whoever it was to get up on their elbows and turn their gaze to whoever they really cared about. And it''s not that I am anything different from that, I know, but thinking about it is simply normal that not doing so would simply mean ceasing to be me. And being me was clearly my priority, not someone else''s, because I believe that everyone wants to be someone else, but once the opportunity arises, anyone would think about it once again. Unless you are really hanging on by such a fine thread that falling is more pleasant than feeling how the thread makes your hand singe and bleed the more you squeeze and the less it grips. But mine is still as thick as a rope, and I think I can hold on to it for a while longer, I hope it''s not a jiffy. I had forgotten what a place like this smelled like a long time ago, maybe three or five minutes, and now that I remember, I also remember: I really hate this. I can see why drinking coffee is so common, probably because it makes you feel so familiar with the searing thread that you prefer to anticipate it, or speed up the process until it stops hurting, or it lets go. And I know that I drink milk, but wow, I guess I can try to get into other people''s thoughts, after all, coffee with milk exists; I can understand something from there.¡± And likewise, he remained with his head down while he fought against the exhaustion of his body from being so hunched over and in an instant he straightened his back to throw himself back against the chair; It felt good on his back to have something to recharge on instead of feeling like someone was recharging him, a soft sigh until everything came. The incessant, murmuring murmur invaded his ears in what he couldn''t quite consider a cacophony, not at least if he wanted to accept that he was also part of them a while ago, but denying it suits him well, so it didn''t matter. ?One has always wondered what each murmur says, sometimes, you have simply tried to stick your nose where it does not concern you; where you are not needed. And that''s it, nothing more than trying to get into what you''re not missing, that when you leave there will be no difference, is that what I''m looking for? Maybe feeling alienated is sometimes annoying, but for some reason, it''s so addictive sometimes. You eventually become an adept at being improper and for that very reason, you cease to be. What were you looking to be in the first place? You can''t complain, you won''t always get the best in the same way, which is why poking your nose so much will also make you choke, and eventually, turn brown. Sometimes it''s better to just stay to see the water from afar.? ¡ªI can stop talking nonsense with coffee for God''s sake... ¡ª He said to himself, a little tired of losing his mind so much on what didn''t matter, according to his outlook. With one leg crossed, he moved it to sit upright, so much so that he spent a few seconds thinking. In reality, he was simply trying to hear what one of the much sought after, but not at all strange, murmurs were saying. ¡ªYes, recently he gave me a chance. I''m excited, you know? ¡ª ¡ªThe therapy has really been great! I feel like we''re on the right track and that makes me happy, I know he won''t die. ¡ª ¡ªThey accepted my interview, damn it! Among all of them and is it that I was the one who got lucky? Good thing it comes tied to my shoe. ¡ª ¡ªReally saved me! If it weren''t for looking at the ground, I wouldn''t have found a coin to pay for the bus. Life really blessed me ¡ª ?Everything is so nice, ha... What the fuck, is everyone really having such a good time right now? "I deserve to rest a little, I have suffered a lot just by even getting out of bed." ¡ªYes, Giselle; My mother has died of cancer, her funeral will probably be next week. ¡ª ?¡­? ¡ªI don''t know if she would have wanted us to invite her sister, I know they don''t have a good relationship, but I can''t just be that mean, she wouldn''t have wanted that. ¡ª ¡°How do you know?" He questioned himself as those words passed through his head, so much joy had been seen and his mind became clouded with the thought of a corpse in its corresponding coffin, seeking to be able to free himself while they chained him, chained him until he could not get out as if from an angel. which Lucifer will take from the darkness to take him away. -I¡¯m... ¡ªHe said to stand up from his table and adjust the chair, with the dirty cup abandoned, he left his former elbow pad and backrest adrift, if that''s how you would say it. -I''m already tired. ¡ªHe repeated to himself again to start heading down the road, not even he could say that he was tired, just fed up; In a way he was after so long, or however long it took his mind to process everything. Right there between his ears his nostrils slanted as if he were trying to smell pure sweetness. ¡ªI think she deserves a dignified burial, we are blessed to have had her, and she is blessed to have us; That''s what our father said. ¡ª ?I took a sigh, I didn''t need to hear more talk that doesn''t concern me.? And just as it was stated, he started to take his departure for granted before the metallic tinkling painted in yellow that anticipated the farewell or arrival of a shooting star, which, for his fortune or contrary to it, no one took another look. and make a wish. Even if it means becoming a mestizo like the one who, like a colonizer, uproots it, he had to grab the door and move it once again; from which the bell rang, but only for himself. In reality, he was half a walk away from the cafeteria. One never think that by ringing a bell there will be a difference, if in the end you already left, it would be foolish to expect change, because if there would be; For you it would not be, nor would it belong to you. ?Are we really blessed? What is the blessing found in death? In dying. Maybe it''s the relief of leaving our world, but I don''t think stopping feeling is a relief; More of a nuisance in itself. But what can I talk about? I''m still alive, but it''s really strange to think that some decide to see death as a blessing to endure the pain. I will never be able to accept it, I suppose that for me having to endure seeing someone die is a disenchantment of my mind, that is why I do not get close to death, but I do not think I can completely get away from it either. What I think is that, sometimes... My head hurts." He told himself while among the overwhelming streets in which, even if he bumped shoulders with someone, he could ignore them as if it were nothing. In the end, he was just an irrelevant stranger, who, even if he was there, he would forget in a while; and if he did badly, he would forget the next day, or he would have a broken nose, from falling on his shoelaces while walking: they were childhood experiences, but he couldn''t lie that they would happen again one day. Seeing the reflections in the glass of a donut shop through which his passage intruded made him think that they might think something about him, something that only a reflection knows. ?I know your cat died, but I couldn''t care more, come on, do you think you''re the only one who has a bad time? My mother died a few months ago, you should be ashamed to think that cat should even have relevance in our world. What difference does she make? He deserved it, he was a fleathy, adorable, but stupid.? ¡ªNow, shut the hell up. ¡ªHe thought to himself, he hesitated with himself while he thought about things that had probably never been said to him in his life. He put his hand on his face to cover one of his eyes and breathe deeply, definitely thinking so much about things he has never heard, but thinks he has. This affects more than lighting a firework and not letting it go does; The gunpowder explodes in your hand and you say goodbye to it, but it doesn''t matter, hands grow back, right? No? And what were the fireworks for? It could be due to the fact that his mind was exploding with those mirror thoughts as the fire was fueled in his emotional state, and in the perplexing reflection that left his mind. ?Pretty kitty, pretty kitty, don''t hide, you''re pretty. Don''t hide, please, I don''t want to take my eyes off you. Really, don''t go, seriously, please. "Pretty kitty, pretty kitty, you''re my little friend, please."? He chased him, his pace quickened between sighs that took on weight as his shoulders collided with more reflexes, he turned, cat; Kitten come here, she thought, she continued walking at a fast pace while his legs began to feel light, breathing frantic, erratic. The fleathy creature hid among the people and he had to look down to loosen the chain that was squeezing his stomach. His breathing was short and his gaze was filled with sweat that fell from his forehead and dried, obscuring his gaze. with a haze of exhaustion, which, was followed by a half-finished gasp and his abdomen tensing. His diaphragm contracted as he let out a sharp gulp of air and the people around him became a blur of changing lights; lights that flickered and that at first glance made him opaque and submerged the glimpse of a concrete floor that faded from gray to jet black .Jet, as well as the light that relentlessly blinded him in a blue color faintly turning into a misty purple that dismantled his mind and every thought that presented itself to him was and ephemeral fell from him while his hand bled, a friction that touched him. and he tried not to pull too hard because it would get stuck in his hand; as if to let go because he would go in vain, vigorous the breath that squeezed his lungs once he expelled the inside of the echo of him while he begged for one more, and another. Even if the rhythm was broken by sobs of internal cacophony, the impact that shook his body pulled one of his shoulders towards the drop of the ravine to the north of his mind, where, he had to keep his left shoulder ready for Everest, so as not to let go of its already broken hook. ¡ªHuff¡­ Huff¡­¡ª He gasped as his eyes glimpsed the robust and coarse patch of hair, rough and that hooked his ears at the sounds, but he was surprised to realize that his hearing took him further than any other. harvest fleas would inhale and raised his gaze with determination not to leave. ¡ªVery fond of soaking in lies, aren''t you? ¡ª With a laugh he told her who knows what she was. -What do you want? ¡ªHe said between erratic gasps as he lost hope of breathing once more. ¡ªCome on, the first thing you ask someone like me is what they want? Ask what it is, for God''s sake! ¡ª Mockery flashed his smile before the young man''s ears, although this laughter certainly lacked the grace of a joke, instead being replaced by the misfortune of lack of gallantry in his speech. ¡ªI''m not interested, I just... ¡ª He coughed heavily as he sighed slowly. ¡ªJust tell me what you''re looking for... ¡ª she hesitated gently, rather, erratically. The being put his hand to what he would guess was his chin, although he lacked one that he could see beyond his gaze. ¡ªI''m looking for what I''m looking for, your life. ¡ªHe said like that. ¡ªNo nonsense, no mockery, just a lost soul that I have to collect. ¡ª The jet of his eyes reflected the moonlight that intervened between them; he lacked pupils. "My life? Of all of them, mine? No... It can''t; simply no, it couldn''t be that I''m coming to charge for who I am and what I was, I don''t want to be a was, but an am, still.? The eyes without a trace of mercy opened with the voice that gave him a turbulent sigh that ended in fury. ¡ªYou appreciate your life a lot, don''t you? ¡ª She told him with a serene and hoarse voice. ¡ªTell me, how much do you take it? ¡ª Take what? Undoubtedly, with his throat wrapped around him, he felt like nodding while he tried to calm down the feeling of being an athlete and running, since he already lacked the breath to get back on the path. He could see how the scratchy little ball looked him in the eyes, and with a lick of his whiskers he turned around to walk down the alley, towards where he didn''t know, but surely he could still reach. ¡ªNot so fast, stay still. ¡ª He ordered and obeyed order. ¡ªTake my hand and you will die, drink from my life and you will leave; let go of my eyes that you will be. ¡ªHe touched his shoulder and looked into his eyes. ¡ªLook at it¡­¡ª Sigh¡­ Deep sigh¡­ Gasp¡­ Ah¡­ Ah¡­ ¡ªAh! ¡ªHe said as he snapped his head up, breathing heavily and with a heavy heart. - What happened? ¡ª He thought, as he raised his gaze, that he was glued to the ground that would allow him to see his bowed head. Nothing, there was nothing, it was the same cafeteria that gave him trouble. Nothing happened, surely, surely? He thinks. Why put up with the hassle? It was just a sign of impertinence, nothing more than a mere thought and a slight suspense while his back suffered a whinny that made him turn to the right, where there was nothing but people talking to each other, each one continuing with his own thing, some They had already left and others had perished. Common and¡­ Perished? The smoky smell ¡ªHey¡­ hey¡­¡ª A smell so foul that it seemed clear enough to poison his nostrils and make him gag, forcing the bit of white he drank into his throat. In his calm eyes his tears spread and lightly soaked his eyes. He turned his head and watched. ¡ªI¡¯ll leave you two for a moment. Take the time you need. ¡ª The doctor said to take step by step that came to his ears while she fixed her robe to push his shoulder, push it aside and with a slam of the door mark the absence of a feeling of safety. His gaze focused on the origin of such a disastrous smell, which he approached at a slow pace. ¡ªGrandpa, Grandpa, you''re going to be fine. ¡ªSaid a little girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen. ¡ªNo, no, little one. ¡ª He told her with a weak and spliced ??voice with her high-pitched and screeching screams that he swallowed while he tried to outline his voice. ¡ªI''ll be fine, I''ll be fine. Don''t worry. ¡ª He said after half a minute, what it took him to say that between light touches of the ink that soaked his heart. ¡ªI have had a good life, I have lived well. I think it''s okay if I die, because I already gave what he had for this world, and he gave it for me just like I did. You don''t have to cling to me like this, it will only hurt you and it hurts me that my misfortune affects you. I ask you, I ask you and I long for you, to please live your life and make a dream out of your world, one that I have never been able to live, that I never could and will never be able to, please, I leave it to you, my girl. ¡ªNo, grandfather, please. ¡ª She said. ¡ªYou can''t leave me, I beg you. ¡ªShe said before the sob that escaped from his diaphragm and put a strong lump in her throat. Tears began to flow strongly and overwhelmingly, covering her eyes while she wanted to squeeze and not let go, but from squeezing so much she was suffocating. ¡ªNo, I do not allow myself to be different and betray the world, I do not allow myself to be unjust and sin outright. Please, don''t grab my shoulder because it will pull you, touch my shoulder because I want you to be able to remember it so you can forget me. I regret a lot, but regretting more will not heal me, it will only harm me, leave me and destroy me; I don''t want you to touch a destroyed soul but a living one. ¡ª A pure and not foreign desire, one capable of care and fullness that escaped from her lips with a ''don''t leave me'' that easily flattered the possibility of continuing to suffocate without the fear of suffocating and with her hand he moved to touch the shoulder of the tear. ¡ªWhat? ¡ªShe said to turn around and see whose hand was squeezing her arm and not letting her go no matter what or why he grabbed it. ¡ªYou have sinned as a rapist, damned castrator of life. ¡ª He said. ¡ªYou have lived off other people''s misery and you stick to what sounds best. You have hurt and hurt, and I do not allow such. ¡ª ¡ªWho are you? Let me go, let me go! ¡ªThe little girl sobbed. ¡ªLeave him, leave my grandfather, please. ¡ª With horror she saw the old man and the grimace of fury accompanied by panic that covered his wrinkles to form more on his drooping and loose cheeks that fell away while he tried to escape his soul from there and sing to God for our father to save him. of his misery. So sad that it wasn''t like that and that with command and command he gave him a scolding that he wouldn''t stop. ¡ªNo Please. ¡ªHe begged with eyes a mess of crimson and fetid tears. ¡ªI have redeemed myself, I do deserve a heaven. ¡ª ¡ªYou deserve death, to be macabre, you are scum who deserves to die and suffer for eternity, you deserve to lose yourself and die in gloomy solitude, no, in hell, you damned disgusting delusion! ¡ªHe said in words that he didn''t know if they belonged to him, while he felt how that girl was trying to snatch his arm from her hand and be able to touch the unfortunate man''s shoulder, to which he did not give in to give him one more reprimand. ¡ªYou will suffer and die, just as you killed and mutilated others. You have not redeemed yourself, you have lost yourself! ¡ª So he said and with command he ordered words of life in death and left. Before he could say goodbye, before anything. ¡ªGrandpa, grandpa! ¡ª The little girl said while she did not touch but clung to the shoulder of her deceased with the arm that she did not have held by her hand. -Please please. ¡ª ¡ªPlease don''t leave, not without having suffered. ¡ªShe said again. ¡ªI hate you, you damned bastard! You have hurt me and you have the grace to leave without paying for your actions? I hope you rot in hell! ¡ªThe tears that were not inked with her grief but with her hatred were wrapped in the deaf ears of the one who never paid nor will pay in life, but he will pay there where they call the afterlife for being a bastard. ¡ªThose tears weren''t of sorrow. ¡ªHe said to himself as he let go of her arm and took a step back. ¡ªWhy? Him. ¡ª He saw her sobbing and yelling at him, yelling at him to rot and cursing about his life and who he was. Maybe he deserved it, maybe he was missing a little more; At the time of dying, no one can say no, which is why going there makes you sad and it is normal for one to regret it. The boy stayed like that and felt his eyelids get wet. Once he understood it, he let out a sob, a sob he didn''t know if he was directing at the victim or the victims. To whom he will regret the least, he was the one to whom he would dedicate the least tears. Although it was not clear in his mind, he tried not to look away, but he failed miserably, leaving himself faced with the disdain that the old man who cried and died a moment ago gave him with his gaze, but he would also return it knowing that it would not rot. But it didn''t feel so good, it didn''t. ?Does the thought of repentance lose value once the dead person stops shining? I couldn''t say that I can forgive that easily, but to leave like this... I don''t know. It''s strange and not enjoyable, but I don''t think he didn''t deserve it. He''s scum, he should just see it as such, stop overthinking it, it won''t change anything? Between sobs he saw this because he couldn''t speak with the voice in his throat but with the voice in his brain, otherwise he would possibly be the second to lie down in his arms to continue crying. Nothing was happening, nothing had ended and it didn''t seem to end. ¡ªGrandpa, grandpa, you are the best. ¡ªSaid a child of perhaps five years old. ¡ªYou have always been there for me, you have never failed me. ¡ªShe said as she gave him a small smile. ¡ªYes, my little one, I will always be by your side. ¡ªShe stated with an up and down shake of her head. ¡ªI''m never going to leave you. ¡ª ¡ªGrandpa, grandpa, let''s play. ¡ª Said the little girl to cling to the hand of the almost rock-dweller and pull him with a weak effort to her sight towards the swing. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. ¡ªI want you to play with me. ¡ª She told him while after a good amount of short steps, she stopped in front of the swing to try to climb up clumsily with her short legs. The old man took her by the armpits and carried her to place her on the wooden platform on which he sat. She swayed slightly from the rust of the chains holding her, but it was enough to keep her afloat. He gave it a small push with which the piece of wood was pushed and the little creature was carried upwards, while she held on to the rusty chains, stinging her soft hands, but not enough to bother her. She turned her head to look at him and the old man laughed with joy to see her face full of youth and fervent to explore what it was like to go up and explore everything that the sky can reach, although the stars may not have been her destiny, because everything that went up on that swing came down suddenly. A small giggle full of life escaped that little thing, which felt the weight of its body go down and go backwards to rise and return forward. She didn''t stop, but there was no reason to do so, it was just a moment that would be unnecessary to forget. ¡ªGrandfather. ¡ª She told him a few moments later. ¡ªWhat''s wrong, my girl? ¡ª The old man responded with a small caress on her head when she saw that she was staying still. ¡ªI can always trust you, right, Grandpa? ¡ªShe said as she brought her face closer to him. ¡ªYes, my Girl. ¡ª He stated once again. ¡ªI will always be there for you to trust me. ¡ª ¡ªThank you, Grandpa. ¡ª He said. ¡ªI love you very much. ¡ª She once again affirmed his affection while she raised her small arms to approach him. ¡ªI love you too, my girl. ¡ª The old man grabbed her and carried her off the swing, holding her in her arms while he made small slow and passing turns, with her supported in her already raised weak arms, but capable of supporting her beacon of hope. They looked at each other with what it means to stay by each other''s side, leaving each other only through death. ¡ªYou see it, right? ¡ªIt told him internally. ¡ªThis means living. ¡ª said. ¡ªDeath. ¡ª This means living... He thought about it for a while while looking into his eyes and at the same time noticing that there was no trace of anyone. They died, in the end, he harvested her, harvested such a soul and with words that did not belong to him he cursed him to death with a multitude of hatred. ¡ªGrandpa, what are you doing? ¡ª Said the girl as she was stripped from the garden of joy, her breathing was faster and her movements awkward ¡ªDon''t worry, beautiful girl. ¡ª The old man said as he put his fingers between the doll that was screaming and writhing from side to side, trying to kick him away without enough strength to throw itself sideways. ¡ªPlease, let me go, Grandpa! ¡ª She said with a broken voice and slight sharp breaths that escaped from her mouth, she felt how the pressure entered and left with each touch and movement that sent a sensation as sweet and sour as a glass of coffee with milk, of which the heat It was what made her most reluctant to do that. And her age, or her blood. ¡ªYou''re already a big girl, it won''t be long until you''re completely a young lady. ¡ªThe crocodile-faced man said to the eleven-year-old girl, with a deep voice and with a heat that was like putting your hand into a stove; painful and with nothing to do but beg for water. He continued stripping her of her garden, pulling out every excess root while pushing her legs back, only to settle on her small, fragile rear, of which he grabbed one side in each hand, and placed the thing inside her wrist. ¡ªPlease, stop! ¡ª The creature very lacking of love screamed, with moans that she tried to hold back while he clutched his chest and felt how the green stem was snatched away and roughly torn out to dig and put the shovel between the wet and dry earth, which was spilled between pieces that decomposed his weak structure into something more amorphous and devoid of her psyche, perhaps to a point that they would never be the same again, all only to put up a new sprout that pierced the earth with its thorns and caused a tear that came loose. in a loud scream that fell silent without the strength to continue. ¡ªDon''t worry, I''ll make you a lady. ¡ª Said the bastard while his thorns buried him inside the greenish and fresh grass, like this it continued for minutes, perhaps hours or more. Every gasp and squeal was spilled with tears spilling from her little eyes as she tried to get used to the rhythm of what was coming, what would come. Pain was what she felt when the new shoot bloomed above her while her arms could do nothing but clutch her own small chest in fear and a movement in which writhing was not enough for the fervor caused by the continuous pushing. ¡ªNo... ¡ª He said, with revulsion, perhaps. His vision was filled with black fog that he removed when he opened his eyes, hence the presence of the boy presence glimpsed what was happening. The little girl, or rather; Now, young lady, she was sitting in the dining room of a small and beautiful house, there were 4 chairs, but none of them were occupied but hers. A cake with some candles that said one and two, lit on fire while she watched in amazement and a faint smile formed on her lips from ear to ear, with the orange tint of the fire illuminating her face in the room with dim lights. Next came the old man passing at a slow pace, but with a smile on his face and a gift in his hands, well wrapped and with a pink ribbon with a white wrapper, medium in size and possibly light due to the ease with which he carried it. The little girl glimpsed him with her eyes and waited patiently for the old man to approach. ¡ªHere is my gift for you, my lady. ¡ª He said as she handed her the gift, extending his arms towards the infant. -¡ªThank you very much, grandfather. ¡ª The infant nodded with a shrill voice, full of bright agitation and took the gift, with his small hands, but close to being more than that, he tore the wrapping to pieces and opened the ribbon, pulling it to open and open the contents of the gift. box. There was just a small sheet with a drawing of small footprints. In confusion, she turned to look at his grandfather and before she could say anything, she felt a small thing gently touching her neck, smooth, round and with a touch of small hairs. When she turned around, she saw a small paw with white fur that was lowered, and with it the hairy animal, which looked skinny and small, just like a baby, carved its face into her arm. ?That''s nice, but what affection is there in which there is nothing left but to accept love and remain silent? I am afraid that I lack the judgment to condemn love, but I do have the judgment to punish pain, and I believe that it is such that it deserves to be chained.? ¡ªKitten! ¡ªShe said with surprise. ¡ªHow beautiful! ¡ª She took him in her arms, the little white ball and perhaps of fleas, he let himself be carried in her arms without pouting and snuggled his little body in her arms, settling himself like a velvet pillow with a slightly beige touch. A bitter feeling present in the mouth of the boy as he observed it... was it sweet in a way? ¡ªThank you, Grandpa! ¡ª Said the lady. ¡ªThank you for always being by my side. Mom is in the hospital and no one came to my birthday, only you, grandpa. ¡ª You''re welcome, my lady. ¡ª She said as he moved her hand to place it on her head and gently ruffle her hair with his hand. -I love you very much. ¡ª ¡ªMe too, grandpa. ¡ª ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ "What i can think? She looked so happy¡­ Was she? Who am I to decide who she loves or not? Am I wrong...? I am? I am¡­ or not, I am.¡± He sighed lightly as he fervently tried to regain control of his speech and not break down at the word that his hand preached, which he squeezed on one arm so as not to let him finish condemning the one he always hated and held a grudge against. Forced to have to endure knowing that I could only wish him more hate and that it would never reach his ears, but rather he would ignore it with the earplugs that he lacks, but they are no longer needed due to his obvious lack of feeling or seeing. Who else has not suffered the same fate that, if not instead of devoting their hatred, they had to suffer for their pleasure and cry out for forgiveness which they do not need since they were already assured, unlike the putrid being, that they would obtain it? ¡ªDon¡¯t leave, grandpa¡­ ¡ª Said the crying girl. ¡ªI love you¡­ ¡ª She said. ?I love you?? . . . . . ?Love? Did she? How could¡­? She love him¡­ With a lack of calm, but serene, he took a step to feel how he trampled each stain with the mud of his shoes, which as he approached the doorknob, stopped at the sound of the knob that he pulled and in the same way he fixed the door. collar of the jacket slightly to step out and slam the door, damaging his ears. ?The one who caused harm has already died. Was it him, or wasn''t it? No matter, he wasn''t lucky enough to continue. Every word becomes silent with my steps and as I walk I see it, every blind murmur belongs to the hand that I will take and take away, if not more, eliminate from this world. A gaze that was planted in front of him became crestfallen with his faint breaths and each whisper in his step before the concrete that hit his left foot and then the right to take a curve in the street through which his duty made him travel. ?I am the harvester of souls, death itself incarnate and my duty is to take the life of whoever it touches; not out of pity or hatred, but because now each of my words is nothing more than a reprimand that must be heard and silenced before the vivid sigh of someone who is no longer one. And only perhaps in this way, they will have salvation from her death or the calm of herself, from what they suffer and fear, I among all am the one who has the order to end their lives.? His steps and gaze were reflected in the light of a post, leaving to advance along the pavement. Out where the dark trail comes with itself. Chapter 2 END.