LOGINFor how long can somebody avoid facing love? For a person, who has a life full of responsibilities, and no love of mother, will it be an easy journey towards love?
View MoreThe sun is trying to rise and I continue to stretch my calves.“How long do you want to play this hide and seek game?” I turn around and see her long red hair playfully falling over her dressing gown."It's probably better for both of us," I grin.“What are yourunning away from?” I shrug my shoulders, “Who says I'm running away from something?” I grab her hips and kiss her.“Well, you don't tell me where you come from, who you really are, what you've done.”“My name is Levin, you know that.”“You just give me so much information that I don't even google you can. "" Be glad that I don't hole you, you apparently want to stay hidden. I also doubt the truth of your name. ”“ Don't you like Elli? ”“ No, I actually hate that name. Let me just keep calling you dear. ”“ Okay, I'll tell you my real name and you
The first thing I notice is the scratching in my throat. I open my eyes and a signal sounds loudly. I'm scared, I don't know where I am, what's going on. I want to scream and move, but I feel lifeless. A strange face appears above me, then another and another and I squint my eyes. Where am I? The relief when I can breathe normally again and straighten my head is endless. I'm in the hospital. Full of tubes, my arms full of bruises. I see my mother, crying, holding her hands over her mouth and then pressing on her chest. My father holding her and I think I'm dreaming. I close my eyes: “Miss Mårtensson, can you understand me.” I feel someone pull my face towards them and look into the face of a doctor. I want to say something, but I can't get a sound out of it, so I nod,“Good, that's great. Do you know who you are? ”I nod again and look at my parents. My mother cries bitterly and my father looks up with relief. "What's going on?" My
A week has passed since the accident. All I know about her condition is that she is in a more than closed space. But you could see them. Through a pane. I get up for the first time today and all I want is to see her. I am accompanied and when I stand in front of the window I am overwhelmed by the sight of it. Your look at my revelation. Her lifeless face, the torn bracelet. I see her first smile that she gave me. Her perfect body in every piece of clothing and I can feel my body on hers. It looks peaceful and perfect, despite all the hoses and accesses. I sob loudly and the tears run down my cheek. I put my hand on the window:“I'm so sorry, can you hear that Elli? I'm so sorry. ”My words break in my sobs and I clench my hand into a fist, which I hit hard against the window.“Elli don't leave me. Wake up, that's not fair. ”“ Sir, calm down. ”I am pulled away from the window, but I let my glowing forehead fall against the cold
My breath goes faster. And faster. I feel a stabbing pain and open my eyes with all my might. Her pretty face is turned to me. Blood trickles from a wound on her head without end. I try to touch her:“No. No “I hear myself say. I brush her lips with my fingers and see that my hand is also covered in blood. I can't look down Her dress is torn and her hair is straggly:"No" I scream as I grab her neck and don't feel a pulse. I want to get help and move, but I'm pulsing like crazy. I hear sirens and before I know it something lights up in my eye and I see how they carefully try to get them out of the car.“No.” One tries to help me:“Help her. Please. "" Sir, she is in the best of hands. Let us help you. ”I don't want to take my eyes off her and when she lifts her out of the car I only see her lifeless hand slip off, her bracelet slip off her hand and fall to the ground. They help me out of the car and carry me to