Chapter 47

April, 2005.

The storm that fell noisily from the outside was the first act of all the tragedy that occurred inside his own head.

The blanket slipped to the side when the girl moved. His fingers closed tightly around the cup of hot chocolate, having the sound of thunder that shook the walls of the big house as an excuse to mix the liquid for the tenth time. The hot and suffocating steam of the drink rose to the cold and reddish nose of the girl. She sighed, in an attempt to absorb as much as she could from that feeling. The girl was looking for much more than just the heat of that drink, she was looking for what only the sweet aroma of chocolate was able to give: Comfort.

She felt frustrated that she had been ignored every time she tried to find out the reason for the chaos in which the house was. He kept shaking his feet impatiently, all the time straightening his body in the hard and cold chair. It was ironic how she still used to follow her mother's advice