is not the darkness we fear, but to not recognize what surrounds us, something familiar. Felicia knew that when least expected it, unintentionally.
From his years happy, are barely memories. Just because many have vanished like the sun on a cloudy day. Instead, the accident, kept every sensation, pain and anguish. His six months
hospitalized were an ordeal. The rest of his life after high hell. Before that, was a renowned painter. Not internationally, but in his province. He lived on his paintings and had plans to become known to other parties. Arguably
the future, then, was promising. However, fate was cruel to her. The night I was blind, was in a luxurious hotel room, lying in bed after making love to his representative.
In the cell phone had a couple of messages from her husband, more calmly, would answer in the morning. Never knew the exact moment that triggered the events, just saw a flash coming from the bathroom, where he was Michael, his partner that night. Then, the flames took over the place.
jumped out of bed and without even thinking about getting dressed, ran to the door. The fire took the walls and at the same time she did, she reached the wooden door.
Felicia's naked body suddenly felt the heat of combustion. He wanted to cover his face, but his hands were wrapped in flames and all that logró, fue expandir el fuego. Cayó al suelo, tosiendo y gimiendo de dolor.
Despertó en el hospital, tres días después. Apenas si podía moverse. Tenía gran parte del cuerpo con vendas especiales y su estado era delicado, no obstante, todos estaban esperanzados. Sus ojos también estaban vendados.
Su marido apareció una sola vez, para decirle que la dejaba, que la policía le había dicho del cuerpo que habían encontrado calcinado en el baño y que a ella la habían encontrado desnuda. No era tonto para atar los cabos sueltos.
Cada vez que preguntaba cuando le sacarían las vendas al menos de la cara, para poder ver, las respuestas eran vagas. Comenzó a temer. La oscuridad se he was eternal. She missed the light, the blank canvas, your criteria for choosing the colors to flow your ideas.
He realized then that his life were the colors. Permanent blackness was terrifying. He feared that it was espace on their memories and everything was so awful in that tone that only the night could dress well and thank the stars contributing their brilliance in the right place.
The truth came three weeks. He was one of her sisters when the doctors left to hide what they knew, inevitable. At last, after all, have to live with it the rest of his days. The flames had left her blind. Felicia
received the news as if it had been a stake through the heart. The first few days felt there was no reason to go forward. His mind tortured relentlessly. His body, still unable to move, became a martyr. It was like being dead at the scene, motionless, unable to see. A statue blind and quiet.
I did not want you take out the bands. He did not care. His condition was indescribable. He wondered what would, how could paint. How to combine colors, and draw the landscape, the faces he loved to draw. Where it would be for the blue sky, the red of passion, yellow daisies. The colors, for it had ceased to exist. But could it? Could the color of a sudden, and not to be?
His mind had become an extension of the fire. But there was no fire, but ashes. Because the all-encompassing blackness. Starting from the pain.
After six months she was released. Still had trouble moving, but could hold onto a stick and wander through the house, now wider, since her husband left her. A nurse was with her all day and another at night. But she was an entity.
Her sister had brought paintings and paintings and arranged so that she could identify the colors, in the order had told him. Felicia only managed to mourn. How could think that knowing where they were the colors, would be able to create something with them? The light was everything, without it, nothing was worth it.
The woman was fading by the day. He refused to attend each visit came home and told to throw away all canvas paintings that were in the house.
One night woke with a start. His ears had picked up sounds in the hallway, like steps. Called by name to the nurse, but did not respond. He stood with skill, feeling carefully, as he had learned to do in recent months. Progressed in the usual and dark. However, on reaching the hall, struck a light. I saw! Could be true?
She peered into the hallway and at the other end a blank canvas waiting for her. He walked quickly and took the brushes were on the floor. Had all her favorite colors. Do not hesitate, if it was a miracle, should use it. I saw and could paint. Then he drew.
A hand touched his shoulder, but was ignored. The hand pressed harder, and then woke up without understanding what happened.
- Felicia - "the nurse said - are the five, you take your pill.
He touched his hands, looking for traces of paint, but there was nothing. Broke to mourn. His eyes open not show him nothing but the eternal night without stars that both the burdened. It had been a dream. A cruel dream.
took the pill and he could not go back to sleep. It had been so real that for a moment believed in miracles. Sobbed until another nurse brought him breakfast, hours later. Once
served coffee with cookies, his voice friendly and attentive, she asked him two things. The first, if you wanted something else, such as orange juice. The second, if I could hang on the wall that picture was so pretty down the hall.
For the second question, Felicia did not answer.
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