The one who made us meet – Part 3

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The one who made us meet – Part 3

[It had been about an hour and a half since he closed the shop. Vincent wondered who it could be. He remained shocked when he opened and found on the threshold of Eleonora’s door, in tears and soaked from head to toe.]

Have a good read!

He quickly took her inside, warm. He gave her a chair, on which she sat. Vincent squeezed the long emerald dress, prepared him a mint tea and took some towels to wipe it dry so that she would not catch cold, if she had not already done so.

He preferred to remain silent, remembering her mistake, waiting for her to speak for herself.

She sniffed before whispering thanksgiving. He gave her an encouraging smile. She lowered her eyes before speaking slowly. Her voice was interspersed by small sobs.

‘I’m sorry… I don’t want to disturb you… snif… I ran away from home… Mom and Dad… They… They keep fighting…

Vincent remained silent, letting her continue.

It’s been like this for a while. They can’t see each other without getting their heads together…snif… At first, they sniffed, ignored. But now they yell continually and no matter what time or place! They call themselves horrors and sometimes they even come to their hands! They are in the middle of a divorce…

His voice climbed and descended continuously in the acute and the severe.

Beautiful face was flooded with tears; pale complexion like a cloth and blushing eyes.

At this sight, Vincent’s heart broke.

‘Before, everything was pretty good! But my little brother … Tommy … He … snif…

We were all at the beach.. When it happened. I was playing in the water — I loved it — mom was putting on sunscreen and daddy. He was on the phone for work. We weren’t paying attention to Tommy. He was tired of waiting for my mother to take care of him… He started running… On the road… The car did not have time to act… It hit him with full force!

Eleonore burst into tears. Vincent took her in his arms, trying in vain to comfort her.

She resumed after several minutes. Vincent did not want her to feel compelled to talk about this drama. But the little girl made her realize she needed it.

“My parents were collapsed. They cried a lot and didn’t really talk to each other anymore. suffering alone and in silence. That’s why, perhaps, they got to this point…. I was also sad, but…. I was young and didn’t understand everything. So I tried to give them back their smiles. I did my best. I was working hard! But the situation was not improving! On the contrary… They began to blame themselves. The arguments have multiplied to become a daily life. To the point that I have become invisible. I go and come home alone from school, prepare meals, do my laundry… I try not to exacerbate the situation… But it is painful to witness the collapse of one’s own family! It seems that they have forgotten my existence! Whether I am there or not, it does not change for them! I could disappear that they wouldn’t even notice!”

At the end, she began to shout, mixing anger and misguided sadness.

I don’t want this! I want my parents! My parents before me; those who loved me, tucked me in, those… The ones who saw me.

Silence took place to the desperate cries. Éléonore fell asleep against him. Vincent hugged her with tears in his eyes. He could understand the suffering caused by the loss of a child but not to the point of making the one who remained suffer. On the contrary.

All because of adults… fucking parents ignoring the suffering inflicted on their child! Again!

He tightened his teeth with anger, stormy eyes.

He put the child on the ground, calibrated it properly, and covered it with his coat.

Vincent called Gilbert, asking for the address or phone number of the sleeping angel’s parents. He summed up the situation, and Gilbert quickly did him a favour, as always.

Having the number, Vincent dialled it and picked it up. After a short wait, Éléonore’s father answered. The brown, angry and grieved for the sleepy child, did not retain his words. The conversation was spicy. But the voices did not rise. Vincent had been clear in explaining the situation, and had asked in a more or less vulgar way to act so that this would not happen again.

The parents, about forty years old, arrived about twenty minutes after the phone call.They seemed embarrassed and ashamed to be scolded and awakened by a younger person than them and especially by a stranger.

They apologized and thanked him before taking Eleonora and taking her home.Vincent hoped the situation would work out.

Seated alone, in the middle of the room, he thought of his past, of his uselessness in the face of the distress of the one he loved and whom he would undoubtedly love until the end of his life.

When he returned home, he took a hot shower, leaving the water flowing along his body, marking his skin red because of the strong heat of the water. He ignored the pain.

Coming out of the shower, he took a boxer shorts and a black t-shirt. He lay down on his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he thought of his childhood and his adolescence.

To be continued….

I wish you good holidays at the end of the year.

 

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Une jeune fille/femme qui écrit avec plaisir lorsque l'inspiration vient et que les mots ne me fuient pas. Fan de mangas, anime, romans... J'aime lire, regarder des films/anime/séries. Je dessine, niveau débutante. La musique est mon amie et m'accompagne souvent lorsque j'écris, dessine ou autres.

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