THE LOST HOPE

With a few bucks in his pockets and drowned in his own pain, the man with dark eyes and sad smile wanted to lose his soul.

How many times is alright to say “you’re wrong” to someone you really care? I lost the count with him and even though, I knew he was more than this heartless guy he wanted to be, he insisted in turning the grief in anger and that love in hate.

Over the years I developed the ability of look deep into his eyes and I discovered a man crying like a child but acting like an ass, trying to be all grown-up but doing all things wrong…

He felt hopeless, I felt helpless.

Author’s note: I never got to finish this but at least you can read the beginning of the story… You know I will be always there…

~ por Val en Octubre 31, 2009.