The first time I've seen Manu, it was at Emeline's 18th birthday. She was so pale in her black dress. First she seemed to be really enjoying life. Then we decided to visit this house, that Damien refused to enter. That scared me. Coming back home, I've listened. What else would you want me to have done ? Nothing. Words kept on falling from Manu's mouth, cold, frightening and shivering. I never knew. Benedicte, I could never know either. I just wish you'll keep yourself safe from harm now. But it's true that some people attract the insanity. And you seem to have been chosen. I could tell you I'm sorry for the Cradle Room, for the Sabourin Hospital. I could tell you I'm sorry that you couldn't just escape at those times. But this is pointless. I thought I had seen the worst of life, and I even drown into some complencacy about my loneliness, throwing people out of my sight just because they couldn't understand. You've been through awesome bullshit too but you just tell your stories to people you think you can trust and absolutely don't care if they believe it or not. Thos events belong to your brains now, and you'll never forget. I believed you, and still believe you now. It'd be stupid from me to doubt you. You were both so scared even now. Emeline was sitting on her couch just guessing what you were talking about and didn't say anything. She knew too. We can do nothing for you anymore - it's done, for the worst, but I wish that your wounds would heal sooner or later. I don't want you to carry those crosses all alone for your whole life. You can try to find rational explanations, though I don't think you could find anything - what explanations can you find for Benedicte's reaction in the Cradle Room ? I know that now I can tell you all that I've been through and you would believe me, and you would tell me I have to go on because no one knows what life deserves. You could have easily wanted to stop there your journey but you didn't, holding on tightly to each other. Benedicte, Manu, you gave me a good lesson of life this night. |