Matthew had hired a car and sat at the front seat. He had asked the driver to drive very slow and carefully for he was feeling so much pain, that his mind was shouting at him to stop – go back – take rest – get cured – go to your parents, be it foster ones – feel lucky that you have parents, etc. But no. He was feeling something maddening – it was such a strong feeling that he could not listen to his mind. At each hump – at each jerk he was controlling himself – checking his yell. The driver was a cooperative one. He was driving like a snail. The driver suggested on playing the music. At first Matthew was not interested; but the driver insisted and Matthew gave permission. The driver had a good choice. He played sweet and slow music – the romantic beats. He was asking Matthew how was he feeling – had he taken medicines, etc. After an hour's driving toward Ceni border he stopped the car before a hotel and insisted on Matthew dinning with him. Matthew was not interested at first; but he could not say no when he insisted more. He asked Matthew to take a pain-killer. Matthew had a roll of medicines with him. He took a pain-killer. He was not taking pian-killer, because he did not want to sleep and lose track of Veronica. He took out his mobile phone. It was eight o' clock in the night. A very chilly night. All of a sudden he felt an urge to write some smses to Veronica – though he had a gut-feeling that Veronica had thrown away her sim card. None-the-less he typed: I don't want to go back to my fosters. My lier parents.
Then he sent the sms. It did not feel enough so he typed several short smses and sent them one by one.
- 'Cause of their lies I m uncertain of my identity.
- I ask myself who m I.
- Feeling hollow.
- Don't know my destiny.
- Following you gives me a mission – a thrill and a reason to live.
- I got wings recently. I won't leave flying.
- I have heard the word identity crisis several times. Identity crisis. But could not comprehend it completely. Now I understand it. U don't know until u experience it.
- I m missing u.
- My shoulder is aching too much. Cant yell in pain though.
- Didn't know that if I take a bullet for u, u'll be so soft and leave me getting concerned about my safety. If I had known it, I would not have taken the bullet, haha.
- Missing ur kiss.
- That was not a kiss. That was just pecking.
- U don't know how to kiss. It tells a lot about u. U've never done it. N u stay away from boys. Haha. Good 4 me.
- I wish I were with u.
- A lot of things to say to u.
- How r u?
- Do u miss me?
- I miss u so strongly.
- I've typed it already I know. Sorry for repeatition.
- How is Papa?
- Doesn't he like me?
- I know he likes me a lot.
- I too like him.
- No, I m not missing him right now.
- 'Cause he wont kiss me as u did.
- Haha.
- Please come back.
- Hey, u left me because the mission is dangerous. If it's dangerous 4 me, it's dangerous 4 u too. Leave it. Come to me. Plz.
- U never told me about ur mission.
- U r so secretive.