Another rainy day, walking to school, hoping she will smile at me again. It´s been five days since she asked me if something bothers me, but last time it was her, I saw bothering. She seemed like she´s fading away, pale, no smile or mood at all. What´s wrong? Something happened. She´s struggling, but yet, hiding it. She seemed worn out, drained by the secret she bears. What it could be? Maybe some family quarrel.
Now it wasn´t me, sad all time inside. My all other problem were minor, when I saw her being sad. Others either didn´t see it or didn´t want to. I had to do something. I couldn´t let her in torment, anymore. When you suffer for a long time, you will get used to it, trust me. Your soul will end up in fragments and it will be hard to connect them together again. You will embrace damnation.
We finished school at the evening that day. We said goodbye to each other, but I said nothing to her. She looked at me and then I told her: ,,I´m gonna walk you to your bus stop." She attempted to smile, but only one side of her mouth moved. When we made it to the bus stop, she sat down on the bench. The weather was cool and was about to rain again. It was like her sadness affected even nature. I looked into her eyes, gathered all the courage and sat down next to her with my hand on her shoulder. ,,Speak." I told her. She looked at me startly. ,,Tell me what bothers you. I can´t look at you and do nothing, you are always full of joy, happily chatting with everyone and now, you walk without spirit, like a wraith. You can tell me everything, I just want to help you." Suddenly she started crying "I don´t know what to do..." Then her head fell on my shoulder and she cried even more. I put my palm in her hair with words "Get it out, don´t hold it on, just cry"
Then she told me everything... (nebudem tu rozoberať čo presne mi povedala, poviem len toľko, že keď som si to vypočul, tak som pochopil prečo sa tak trápila)
Afterwards, when she calmed down a bit, I told her I won´t say anyone about this, that she can count on me. After all this, it appeared - her smile. Bright as always, warmed my heart intesively. She promised me, next time she will have some problems, will come right to me and smiled even brighter.
Bus arrived.
I waited until the bus leave, then I sat down again. I was sitting there for maybe next 30 minutes in silence, drowning in my thoughts.
I can´t describe how I felt, but I knew one: Tomorrow, she will be smiling again.
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