“To all the people who
somehow have been hurt by my train of thought, my weird eloquent speech or
any other of my curses”
It was nearly four thirty in
the morning.
The sun was about to
rise.
Folks started to enter the
room as usual. Some of them enjoyed the early hours to just do that, walk
around the place. Others liked to sit and read their pretty little books and
some other just liked to watch, you know, from a safe distance.
My case is far more difficult
to explain and even harder to describe so I will just show you.
God, help me.
Do you remember? I know I
broke my promise but, come on, Harry… I feel it as if it was yesterday; us
running across the graveyard at night, trying to find one of those horrible
walking corpses. It was both frightening and fun.
Harry House didn’t respond.
I mean, there are times I
wake up in the middle of the night laughing and thinking about it. How ravens
were the only things we could find in those gruesome expeditions of ours. We
would run faster and faster until your mom opened the door to your house. Can
you remember? She would hug us and try to tell us that there are no such things
as the living dead…
Harry House didn’t even look
at Irving’s face.
Don’t do that please. I know
I couldn’t keep up to the promise but we grew up together. I still behold those
days in which we talked about the new horrors in our lives. How it would be to
kiss a girl for the first time, how it would be to go to college, to work…
Can’t you remember?
Harry House stood still.
I had to leave Harry. I had
to. This town, these people… they meant the world to me but my life was waiting
for me abroad and I wasn’t going to be able to forgive myself if I hadn’t go
out there and tried. I found it, Harry, my life. Out there is where I met
Sarah, I know you like her. I couldn’t stay here with you and the folks and I
feel really sorry for that every single day of my life, you have no idea. Do forgive me, please…
Harry House didn’t make one
noise.
Don’t you find it hard,
Harry? To ignore me like you are doing right now? Please talk to me! Say something
God Damn it!
Harry House didn’t move a
muscle.
I promised you I wouldn’t let
you face death on your own and I failed you.
I wish I could jut go back to
those days running across the graveyard, or the days in which kissing a girl
seemed a terribly complicated task but I can’t.
I do wish you understand.
I am sorry.
Harry House’s coffin was
perfectly arranged.
Irving Saturn kissed his
friend’s forehead put flowers next to him and started walking out.
The funeral was about to
start.
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