«"You're good?" The blue-eyed young man asked, still holding her. But she, who had not actually hurt herself, noticed that her eyes had small pieces of glass that accompanied the tears of blood that began to run down her cheeks.
"Don't close your eyes," the girl said without answering her question. "You will hurt yourself even more."
He closed his eyes helplessly, causing himself more damage. He groaned in pain and the girl cried silently, as she brought her small hand to the boy's face.
"Help him please," he pleaded with the people around them.
And although his hands began to be stained with dark blood, he did not remove them from the boy's face at any time.
But he, who endured the pain so as not to scare the little one more, just smiled and said:
"Take it easy, it's nothing." After that, he collapsed on the ground. »
"No!" He screamed upon awakening from the dream.
He covered his face with his hands feeling that his head would explode at any moment. That dream again. Again those memories that more than torment her, insisted on the search for the boy with blue eyes.
"Mia honey, what happened?" You're good? Her mother asked as she opened the door to her room.
"I'm fine but ... I still have that dream," he replied. The mother, understanding, stroked her daughter's head with an affectionate gesture.
"You don't seem to want to forget the accident." Or the boy who saved you, maybe, "he said with a smile." And that's why you keep projecting your wish in your dreams.
Mia looked at her mother and shook her head.
"It's not that I don't want to forget it," she said in a whisper as she rubbed the soft fabric of her blouse. "It seems like the problem really is ... I can't forget it."