Behind the Fairytales

Behind the Fairytales
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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

⌘ Ⅺ. "Misery loves my Company"

  Clara was completely absorbed in thoughts she could not sleep. However, the facts that were developing in her life were not the only cause, but also the lone figure of Date on a tree toward her window. By being distant, she could not see his face, but did not look like he was sleeping. 
   The girl quickly changed and was finishing skip the window when he sees Date descending the tree. Clara stayed where he was, afraid that he had seen it from the window. He stood for a few minutes and tilted his head back, but not as a person who was admiring the starry sky. Date posture straightened and moved on, without paying attention to what was around and not even feel the presence of the girl, who let out the breath he even knew he was suspending. 
   Decidedly, she followed every step of the guy at a safe distance, lest it be discovered. As he passed beyond the wheat fields, Clara thought of as Date was a fragile person, who hid behind a mask of coldness and callousness. Not only was she who thought of it; Demetria, despite being unable to speak so clearly also shared the same opinion of the host. 
   Wheat fields were over and he had not stopped walking. It was as if Date was not going to a specific place, but by walking just walk, to test the limits of the universe and of his own body. An immortal powers and once he no longer feared to sleep, tiredness, cold and even hunger and thirst. He was not human anymore and would have to settle with this for the rest of his life. Stopped in the middle of nowhere, like something was blocking the passage of it, but there was absolutely nothing, just the weight of his conscience, which prevented him from leaving the area that had once been his home. Date did not actually promise to Demetria while she was alive, but he did it to punish himself for having convicted the only person he really had loved and tried to protect. 
   However, he never had a 'rebirth' of his sister, prinicpalmente now after many, many years. In addition, the boy did not expect to feel what still felt in the past; he did not expect to feel anything for anyone, even if that person was an almost perfect representation of Demetria. Misery loved his company and for that reason Date would not be totally alone. 

   Clara saw him back slowly, but did not know why. This time, she could not hide, she was seen in a slightly distant open field of wheat fields and there was no tree to hide it. While he was looking down, she might still have a chance to escape unnoticed. 
- I was not clear enough? Do not want to see you. 
   She could not invent a lie or try to escape. Date is not easy to fool, Demetria warned. 
- Yes, but I saw you from the window and I could not ignore what you told me. 
- You can not do anything. 
   His gaze made a shiver down her spine. 
- I can not bear it anymore! I'm trying to help you and you do not even try to recognize it! If you do not want to look at my face, get out of here, after all you have eternity ahead, right?

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