\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Kill me.>> he said. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Kill Me>> Prayed he, kneeling down with half breath. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Kill Me, kill me...>> h wishpered \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Death will be the gratest gift of my Entire life.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You will left 'em alone ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I know, I know, I know he muttered a thousand times ...>> \u0026lt;\u0026lt;But HAD soul left my body I know this many years ago That I've Already abandoned'em.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok.>> I said.
He told me his first memory with an incredible reluctance, as if I had asked him how he masturbated. Or something like that.
With the gloved index pushed his glasses that had slipped through the nose just unwrap.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The ricordo> my first> began \u0026lt;\u0026lt;is My father and I yelled to sit still, and calls me big nose.>> There was a
abnormal amounts of documents about his father, on his entire family, like photos and home videos could supplant the reality that instead revealed.
does not smile often in those photos. Not with the eyes, at least. It almost looked like someone had stuck a mouth on her, turning on and turning it into a pout radiant smile.
The plastic nose that feeling worse: the appearance of a skin made of plastic and something otherworldly venneroaggravate.
At times it seemed alien to me, to me that I loved him so much.
Her sister was perhaps the only one I ever really understood. Though she was born after he acted as if he's older sister: he was too fragile, too different, too sensitive to fight their battles.
the day of his funeral, she thanked me. I think he knows it, I imagine that even if no words had told him, somehow. The
announced that he would leave. Or that it was gone. I think that was enough look to know.
The first time I met them together. She spoke with a group of my friends, he was hiding behind the bathroom door, watching everything with a watchful eye from the small window of opportunity left the door open.
As if he hid from us. As if to participate but could not.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I could not, in fact. Do not you understand? I was a big nose, she was that beautiful, she was a woman. She is said to have dazzled and I would have been a dark shape moving behind a flash insistent. And I was big nose, big nose, big nose.>>
I wish he had never heard a word, nothing, of what came out of the mouth of his father.
I invited him out of the process, just me and him and he brought me in their kitchen preparing tea.
do not know why he did it: it was his habit of drinking tea, he had taken during the past few years in England in his childhood.
When his sister found us in silence, sipping the hot drink from regular cups seemed more incredulous than happy to see her brother out of the bathroom.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For the tea he had a ritual significance. It was not a courtesy to guests, it was also more than just a habit ... tea took him to a higher level of this life, made him equal to others because ... to prepare it was to concentrate on this life and not ...>> told me today, then burst into tears again.
Today was the day of his funeral.
I remember other things I wish I could write his life as if he had always been close, faithful witness of his existence.
But it is not.
I considered myself a good friend to him, a dear person, his doctor, but nothing more.
Now that I think, I think I know why he asked me to kill him. Before All I could do it. And I would have done for him.
Now I know I know, I know that actually knew how I felt for him.
This strange form of love that I was saddened our hearts to his departure and he reassured me with an unexpected relief, as if his suffering had supported me in mild, gentle, quiet, without me noticing . That melancholy that depressed him every day was defeated by death with the relief of both.
And of all those to whom he had permission to approach them.
I bet a lot of tears today were born from this liberating feeling, so like what must have felt on his deathbed that he has it made me feel even closer.
paradox. And typical of him. Rendesi away for clearer, to let you focus and focus.
But it was too much for that its light dazzled us, our shadows had made for him too confusing.
The distance was increased too.
The day I graduated in medicine has ripped the surgical stainless steel bracelet that attests to her serious allergy to penicillin.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ricordatelo>> said \u0026lt;\u0026lt;To please>> was pleading.
And that day when he asked me to kill him ... I knew it. I had understood. While my needle moved him into a medicine that cured millions of people who killed him but he h I apologized.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Scusa>> before slipping out of bed, kneeling down again to the ground awkwardly, as if asking again amends for the sins that I knew had never committed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Scusa>> and I did not need to ask for what. He asked me because he knew he exploited me, have taken advantage of my love for him.
And while I closed my eyes and nerves in the latest also disappeared, I felt happy, because although I had not ever love him confessed that he was conscious. I had given her last moments, the only real time that would have made the same as everyone else.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti amo>> I whispered to her open casket before leaving, touching with a finger the plastic curve of his nose cold. \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti Amo>>
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