Destruction of what we love

I didn't know that this would be my last goodbye, not being able to convey even a third of what I wanted to have said and done to save him. I was weak and someone like that lost his life because of my fault. And that is not so easily erased from a person's mind. Even more so if that person lives an eternal battle with himself.

natasha

Andrew was driving the car, looking carefully at the road, while I looked in the back seat and saw the image of Xavier. It destroyed me in a way that there would be no other way to deal with it.

Holding Natasha's hands and watching her with watery eyes as I stared at

Xavier's body, I wanted to know what to do right now, I really wanted to, but I wasn't sure what to do now. Nothing I could say would change or go back in time, to anything like that.

"I know a good place to bury him. Go straight on. — said Natasha

We crossed a bridge made of stone that divided the city from Rio de Janeiro and now we were in Paris, in the distance we could see the tower.

— Is here? Andrew asked.

"Yes, that's the exact spot. replied Natasha.

It was a beautiful garden surrounded by flowers, there were several trees and the wind rocked my loose hair, my tears were against the grass, my hands were cold and sweaty.

We dug a deep hole and covered Xavier in a white cotton sheet, we laid his body down to the bottom, I helped Andrew up again. After we finished burying we nailed a cross made of wood.

— There was a prayer my mother recited every day before bed. — said Natasha

"Recite it. Andrew said.

— Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed art thou among women, blessed is the fruit of her womb. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for

us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. — recited Natasha

"Lord God, direct your divine light and guard Xavier for all of his eternity.

So be it. Andrew said.

Amen. — blessed Natasha

"We have to go now. Andrew said.

"Let me say goodbye to him one last time.— asked Natasha

All good. — conceded Andrew

"Go with God, my friend. I won't be able to thank you for what you did for me. — cried Natasha

Natasha wiped her tears and got into the car, starting it and driving away from the scene. There was a lump in the girl's throat, a tightness in her heart.

— Death does not mean sadness, but a new stage in the life of Xavier's soul.

Andrew consoled.

"But I can't hide what my heart tells me. replied Natasha sadly.

"Sometimes we don't have to be strong all the time, we feel. You know better than anyone that pain needs to be felt. As much as it hurts, time relieves and gives us strength to keep fighting, Xavier would want that. But once, you already knew him, I don't know exactly the dimension of the friendship between you. But it meant a lot. Andrew pointed.

"You're right, we must go on and honor his death. — said Natasha looking into Andrew's eyes. — By him.

Andrew accelerated the car and left a trail of smoke in the air, the sand that was on the ground rose making a cut.

Where are we going? Andrew asked.

— A safe place, even I don't believe those words anymore. The reality is that we have nowhere to go.

Andrew took my icy hands, held them to my face and kissed my cheeks tenderly.

"While we're on the road, tell me more about yourself. Andrew began.

About? asked Natasha.

— Your religious side is something that I found extremely sweet and delicate. Andrew replied.

— Well, where to start... I was baptized when I was one year old, in the church very close to the neighborhood where I lived in New York, it was a beautiful Sunday mass. After that, my connection with the divine side only increased, I did catechism and confirmation during my childhood and adolescence, I always went to church. With my parents and my aunt Suzana. I learned to pray the rosary. And little by little I participated in the church choir. explained Natasha.

— So that angelic voice, must have learned in church. Andrew noted.

— Yes and you, what is your relationship with God? asked Natasha.

— When I was little, I also attended church, I went to ceremonies, celebrations and masses with my mother and Liam, after a while I started to attend less, it was right after my mother went to work in another state and left me with Liam to take care of , I spent my teenage years taking care of him. Andrew explained.

— Who knows, one day we will be able to return to the church together, attend the mass. Or maybe I'll show up at the altar dressed as a bride with you waiting for me. — said Natasha

Andrew turned tomato red, his breathing got deep and he just said:

"I...I...I...would love to.— Andrew snapped.

"I'm kidding silly. — smiled Natasha

Yeah, I know. Andrew disguised

We were on my way when something catches on the tires, tangling them, the car slides on the asphalt, spins three times and rolls over.

— Natasha! Andrew yelled

I am fine. replied Natasha.

"Your forehead, it's bleeding. — said Natasha

— Calm down, just cut it lightly, go to the back seat and get the backpacks, the gauze and the medicines are there.

Andrew and Natasha got out of the car and he had bandaged her forehead.

"We're not going to stay here to tell the story. Or wait for something to happen.

"Yeah, let's go.— Andrew agreed.

In the sky something fired shots at the ground, almost hitting Natasha. A drone loaded with ammunition was firing. — Run! Natasha screamed

Andrew grabbed Natasha's hands and they both ran away from the city. When we're running something pulls Natasha's legs, a kind of electromagnetic whip. She lets go of Andrew's hands, becoming submerged in air. Her loose hair flew over her fragile face.

"Motherfucker, let go of me!— Natasha screamed "My knife. thought Natasha.

Removing the protection of her belt, Natasha released her small dagger and tried to cut the whip, that's when electroshock discharged through Natasha's entire body. Who faints unconscious.

The last thing I remember was the feeling of something going down my spine, an unpleasant sensation of fire burning my organs, after the discharge, almost feeling my body heavy and something disconnecting from inside me.

— NATASHA! NO! Andrew yelled.

Andrew pulled out his revolver and shot several times, on the other hand, the drone also shot very hard.

Andrew then ran, but something surprised him, a magnetic field appeared right before his eyes, throwing him against the air. As soon as it hit the ground, it rolled several times on the asphalt. Completely off.