I've never been convinced that the first meeting took place in a totally random. No, I was not chosen at random. Was something they must know, or perhaps they had guessed. Maybe I already noticed the entrance to the bar or not ... No. I was already marked by the first, since he got off the bus. Maybe even since I left the house. Yes, maybe that was when they saw my swollen face in despair. And I followed.
I drank alone, standing up, without looking around. I looked at the photos stuck to the wall, covered her entirely as a huge poster. In those pictures the life of the premises had been caught, had lost something of himself, before spending. Something still alive, today.
The photo of Denise was at the center of the collage, I stared at the blood circle of memories. All other revolved around the images, faces mingled and vanished like wisps of smoke. It was clear, firm, with the laughter and the gaze directed at me.
I felt a presence behind me, I turned around. They were two boys, dressed in a too serious for the bars of the Truce: perfectly ironed blue shirt, two pens in his pocket, so shiny blue tie to look like plastic. I smiled, a smile inexplicable. They could not know that I had collapsed on him in the last two months, but if they had known, for example if they were two friends, two old friends, I would have thought that their was a smile of compassion.
But how could they know.
One of them was holding a lock for the notes, often and hard. I started to open my mouth, I do not know what to say. I guess something aggressive was not the right time to socialize. But before the wind, the boy with the block lightly touched my arm with his hand and whispered in my ear a phrase that I could not understand, but his tone surprised me, was so sweet and reassuring, like a melody created on purpose to dissolve the pain. With my eyes and nodded as I followed them to the exit still felt the hand press on my arm as if to guide me gently. As if it was a gesture of all-natural, the other guy took my glass and placed it on a table, just before leaving.
Immediately, normally I would have reacted badly, I would have gone, that the Truce was sweating behind the counter shouted that I had two queens in its establishment, to prepare immediately two kick ass. But no, I was too drunk, too shocked by the death of Denise.
And those two guys looked so serene and safe. Then there was that voice. Why so sweet? What I said? Outside
leaned against the wall, the boy who had spoken took a pen from his pocket and began to write on the block, while the other began a dark monologue. Compared to what I was enchanted, his voice was harder, but even this very reassuring. At first I did not understand anything of his speeches, then slowly I realized that I spoke of the pain of what I had suffered, how I could break free from the cage that oppressed me, I only find the light. Light.
How do you know how I feel? What light? I asked. It was not appropriate to my questions, maybe even uttered, perhaps I would just think, I do not remember. However, soon no longer asked. Just listen to me, and I seemed to get better. Drunkenness left me without fear, without panic. Every time you move the eye to the guy who wrote, he had eyes to me and smiled at me with the same compassion as before. But now it seemed to me entirely understandable.
Between the two boys saw another person approaching. Opened on the same blue shirt and blue tie on the same, wore a strange coat long, wool rough, too heavy, and a wide-brimmed hat which hid part of his face and limp. Although it was already night, he wore a pair of sunglasses. He stopped a step away from us and he remained there long, motionless, while the boy continued to talk to me. His speeches became more and more difficult, full of allusions, symbolism incomprehensible. But I feel better, thanks to those words.
The crystal is in the heart of salvation the flame that burns eternally, you will see enclosed in the sphere of light.
The man with glasses shook the shoulder of the boy, who immediately stopped talking. He and his partner grew slightly to one side and the man went among them, getting closer to me so that I could feel the moist heat of his breath. I seemed to smell. Sniffed greedily the blood of prey. Then he took off his sunglasses, slowly, slowly. I never thought I had lost all thoughts. I watched amazed eyes. They were completely white. Without iris, without pupils. Perfectly white. Yet it seemed I could see, which also saw what I could not think. Come with us, "murmured the man. And I did.
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