Chapter: e) liberty

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So first of all I want to apologize for not being able to keep my promise. I had almost finished the story (13 word pages) when my PC found that it didn't like the story and deleted EVERYTHING -. - then actually I wanted to write everything again, but I certainly didn't succeed. So that's the last chapter on "soul" because I've just had several ideas for new ffs.

My thanks go to all of my clerk writers and to my future proofreader PrincAi. * Becca cuddles again very tightly * ^^

Ok, now I've talked enough. Curtain up for the last chapter:

liberty

I start up, startled. That can not be true!! I tremble again and cannot suppress my usual tears. But this time I know exactly what's going on. I quickly get out of bed. I look around for my coat, but can't see it anywhere. But I don't care now either.I open the door and run down the stairs, not worrying that it is raining outside and I run crying into a strange street. Without thinking about it, I turn left, run away from the only person who shows me understanding, with whom I feel safe. I feel the tears glowing hot on my cheeks. I don't want to be to blame for his death too. All of a sudden I stumble, but just lie there. I sit huddled on the wet asphalt, crying because I don't want to lose anyone again. I don't know how long I've been sitting there, drowning in my grief when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I get up quickly and stare in horror at the owner of that hand. Mario looks at me sadly. "Tai San ...", tenderly, without anger that I just ran away, he says my name. It sounds so beautiful ..... "Tai San .... Why? Why does someone like you have to suffer? I know what happened back then.Tai San, why are you running away? You are so strong, why do you let your soul suffer? "Slowly he stretches out his hand, carefully brushing the traces of tears from my face. Unable to say a word, I allow him to pull me into his arms. The rain is pounding down on us. I indistinctly hear Mario's voice out of my hair. "An angel should not suffer. With your grief you only bind your soul. With every tear you shed, you are only inflicting pain on yourself. Why? Why? Why? "With every why he has my head a bit so that I have to look into his eyes. I want to answer, but not a word leaves my lips. He is right. Why? I look perplexed into his eyes as if I could they find an answer. The world around me is sinking, there are only these eyes and the one question. Why? Suddenly I feel like I am being torn around, but still held by Mario. I lay my lips on an impulse his.They are wonderfully soft ... they are the last thing I feel ...

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Obituary:

On September 14, 2004, two teenagers, Tai San Nihamu and Mario Kentio, were run over by a truck. The boy stood in front of his girlfriend to protect her. The driver was willing to pay the two families damages of over 50,000 euros, but they refused. "Money cannot fill the emptiness in our hearts" are the words of the mother of the sixteen year old girl.

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A young woman walks slowly across the cemetery. She stops in front of three graves and looks at the inscriptions in silence.

Tai San Nihamu - Mario Kentio -Mike Kentio

May 9, 1988 - January 23. 1988 -31.07

to - to -to

14.09.2004 -14.09. 2004-08-29, 2002

You were an angel - may yours - forever
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On earth. - Strong hand - you will be in ours

We will always - continue to - memoryWith joy in you - protect others. - branded

think. --Be

Carefully she kneels down and lays a white lily on each grave. She pauses briefly at the last grave. "Take good care of your cousin and your love, Mike."

FINISHED!!!

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