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VIII

A child of barely five years old did not understand what was happening in the world, neither in his house, nor in his own head, the feeling of feeling useless embraces him as consolation in the face of the screams of his mother in the room of him, did not understand. Not knowing how to help that made him feel bad. Andrew a child who was always ignored by his parents, now he was receiving the cries of him as if they had already condemned him to the stake but in reality it was not like that, he was playing with his paradise in a world so real and cruel.

Andrew could hear the conversation of his parents that only boiled down to simple phrases of

"We are to blame"

"What will the neighbors say about us?"

"I'm afraid it's serious"

Phrases that he had no explanation for Andrew that he only played with Azul's hands, lying on his bed

-Do you know what they're talking about? -Asked the blond looking at him with curiosity in his blue eyes, but his friend shook his head.

What would a silly child like me know?

He thought as he closed his eyes trying to sleep but it was impossible to concentrate

-Let's go out…- suggested the blond as he interlaced the jet's hands with his, he narrowed his eyes when he smiled at her with the intention of convincing the older of the two; Andrew then accepted little Azul invitation.

They went downstairs, not before noticing that Andrew's parents were locked in his room, tiptoeing to the back door that led to the patio and opened it to leave the house; after that the two of them walked together holding hands and inhaling the cool wind blowing on their faces, they didn't want to talk about anything, they just lay down on the grass and looked at the starry sky until Andrew finally spoke

-I'm scared, Azul

-About?

-About what they can do to me, I feel like they're going to do things with me that I don't want, I feel like they're going to ask me a lot of questions ... I hate questions- Azul knew, he knew about Andrew's fears, he knew what was It scared the dark haired one very much because it was as if the blond boy was on his mind every hour.

-Quiet, I'm with you ...

Andrew at first smiled at those words, because he knew that he was going to do it like that, that his friend would be holding his hand in case something bad happened, but what Andrew did not understand is that that was the problem, he held Azul hand that is how much more lost I was.

Some time after smiling at each other, they both closed their eyes and fell asleep on that cold night with the stars as a ceiling for their beautiful imagination and their loss of illness.

IX

The next day Andrew's mother woke up screaming in horror at not seeing her son lying in bed like every morning, he was nowhere in the house and his head was going to explode, the hours passed and they were going to do the eleven in the morning and her only son did not appear, she called the neighbors but they did not know anything about little Andrew, she called her husband but he did not answer since he was at work, she was alone and just when she was going to call the police to start a search ... the minor appeared rubbing his eyes with his fist

-What were you doing in the yard, mommy? - The lady threw herself at the child, checking that he did not have a bump or scratch but that everything was fine on her son's body, she hugged the child and asked him to please not tell his father anything about this. make a secret

Andrew then missed kindergarten that day and his mother from work engaged in a conversation that lasted all afternoon with the aim of avoiding questions and improving the child's condition through medications that the mother had access to, even when they they had access to them. At her appointment with the psychiatrist, everything was in order and her son could lead a normal life like any child; or at least that's what the woman wanted

When they took him back to the office, they put everything they learned into practice and although the doctor thought it was strange, he did not comment, the woman was sweaty and stood in front of her son being a human shield or a wall to hide the true conditions of her son who only accepted everything the woman told the psychologist

"Which of the two was crazier?"

The doctor thought while giving him a simple prescription for the child, but he knew that things were not going to end there but that it was going to get worse because of his mother's stupid intervention, he felt sorry for little Andrew who once said "goodbye" I saw how his free little hand closed as if he was holding someone else's hand, but there was nothing

Azul existed and Azul was smart to be caught so easily.