Chapter XLVIII My Heaven

The sparrows returned, the world became fantastic, everything around us an atmosphere of love. In the cloud of kisses a drop wet our desire, it was she who was crying and I told her she could tell me, she nodded and we sat on the benches nearby, with her voice between cuts she said:

—It was... my fault I let her die, I convinced her, I did it, I remember everything as if it was yesterday, it's horrible every time I try to talk, I just can't! —She exclaims and looks at me with her breath hitching. I try to calm her down, grab her hands and signal her to breathe slowly. She does so and plucks up the courage to continue.