If she knew that those words were like a punch in his stomach, Clara certainly would not have said that. Was granted the fact that she did not know the promise he had made, even Demetria knew that and for that reason he was not to blame. Anyway, the pain was not just the fact that she said that to him, but because of the sadness and bitterness are both inhabiting the heart of the girl host as the core of Demetria.
The golden his eyes were drooped as she finished speaking and that Clara realized he should not have said any of that. But it was too late; everything had hit it with dexterity in the deepest heart.
- Date, forgive me, please.
- No, you're right. I should even go here.
There was nothing in this world that do Date change your mind when he thought of something. That's what Clara heard Demetria say deep inside of her consciousness.
- I did not want to have never spoken it, but I'm trying so hard to help you and it seems ... It seems I ... Nothing is enough for you.
- The day you lose everything by trying to find a cure for the person you love, maybe we can share the same space.
- That's not fair! Why can't you try to receive my help?
- Because do not you know anything! You're just a mortal who knows nothing!
- What are you saying? You told me everything, so I know how to help you.
- Really? - Date said skeptically - And what will you do about it?
She retreated. Had not thought of something exactly traced and concrete to do. Moreover, his tone was somewhat cold and aggressive manner, which implied the insecurity of Clara. Date was still there, staring at her so inexplicably devoid of feeling. It was as if he was completely dead inside.
- Why?
He remained in complete silence, waiting for her to continue.
- I understand that you are completely alone and bitter at having lost everything that was important to you. I also missed something important, but I'm trying to handle it the best I can.
- If you are referring to the separation of their parents, this is not something that can be compared with my case.
- Yes, I know not, but ... - Clara did not know what else to say. Date was showing an iron wall against anything she could speak. Tears flooded her eyes, letting the blurred vision and the first rays of the morning sun began to cut the sky. It was only a matter of time before her mother woke up and realized she was not somewhere in the house.
- You have nothing more to say?
The weeping Clara clutched his throat, preventing her from saying anything. Date stared into her eyes for a long moment, but she felt that he was not exactly looking for it. Was to Demetria, who was even more silent and hidden, perhaps because of having participated in some form of that discussion.
He was coldly shunning every passing second. For Clare, it was as if the distance between them was a cliff, which increased with every step I took away from her Date. The sun was determined to illuminate the sky and she could not take longer to get back to her house. Anyway, she had lost sight of Date, so there was no reason to go there and headed back home.
She entered with difficulty through the window and crawled into the bed, not bothering to change clothes. Looked into the mirror and saw that her face was completely dominated by the expression of melancholy. Tears were streaming without her noticing; maybe those tears were not really her, but Clara could not deny that she was also hurt inside.
The golden his eyes were drooped as she finished speaking and that Clara realized he should not have said any of that. But it was too late; everything had hit it with dexterity in the deepest heart.
- Date, forgive me, please.
- No, you're right. I should even go here.
There was nothing in this world that do Date change your mind when he thought of something. That's what Clara heard Demetria say deep inside of her consciousness.
- I did not want to have never spoken it, but I'm trying so hard to help you and it seems ... It seems I ... Nothing is enough for you.
- The day you lose everything by trying to find a cure for the person you love, maybe we can share the same space.
- That's not fair! Why can't you try to receive my help?
- Because do not you know anything! You're just a mortal who knows nothing!
- What are you saying? You told me everything, so I know how to help you.
- Really? - Date said skeptically - And what will you do about it?
She retreated. Had not thought of something exactly traced and concrete to do. Moreover, his tone was somewhat cold and aggressive manner, which implied the insecurity of Clara. Date was still there, staring at her so inexplicably devoid of feeling. It was as if he was completely dead inside.
- Why?
He remained in complete silence, waiting for her to continue.
- I understand that you are completely alone and bitter at having lost everything that was important to you. I also missed something important, but I'm trying to handle it the best I can.
- If you are referring to the separation of their parents, this is not something that can be compared with my case.
- Yes, I know not, but ... - Clara did not know what else to say. Date was showing an iron wall against anything she could speak. Tears flooded her eyes, letting the blurred vision and the first rays of the morning sun began to cut the sky. It was only a matter of time before her mother woke up and realized she was not somewhere in the house.
- You have nothing more to say?
The weeping Clara clutched his throat, preventing her from saying anything. Date stared into her eyes for a long moment, but she felt that he was not exactly looking for it. Was to Demetria, who was even more silent and hidden, perhaps because of having participated in some form of that discussion.
He was coldly shunning every passing second. For Clare, it was as if the distance between them was a cliff, which increased with every step I took away from her Date. The sun was determined to illuminate the sky and she could not take longer to get back to her house. Anyway, she had lost sight of Date, so there was no reason to go there and headed back home.
She entered with difficulty through the window and crawled into the bed, not bothering to change clothes. Looked into the mirror and saw that her face was completely dominated by the expression of melancholy. Tears were streaming without her noticing; maybe those tears were not really her, but Clara could not deny that she was also hurt inside.
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