- I explain it?
- Maybe," says Laura, leaving the choice up in the air.
- But I don't want him to understand! - I say upset
- Just talk to him, and make an excuse, you must remedy it -she says firm in her opinion.
- All right, I'll go right now, I'll talk to him -I get up ready to go.
- No! ¬-Laura grabs me by the arm.
-I'll go, I'll invite the three of you for a game of cards tomorrow and I'll make the space for you to talk to him, understood? -says Laura looking at me seriously.
-As you wish," I say, letting her facilitate the situation.
You would never understand, I think.
The loss of a loved one is a goodbye that you don't hear, but their voice echoes in your heart.
The pain of a departure makes your eyes bleed to the point of wanting to die, especially if you feel guilt.
I will never forgive myself.
The sea is heard, your voice is silent, and I know you're gone.