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Beyond your soul

Chapter I: Dark Loneliness

The drops of rain were sounding against the ceiling.

Only the tenuous light that was crossing through the windows was the only thing that was illuminating the sacrarium. Where she looked at, those big religious statues were accompanying her lugubriously in her sorrow. She cried in an attempt to avoid looking into the place where his inert body laid, that one that she loved. Nevertheless, in occasions she tried to look a little bit to check that nothing of this was true; she wanted to believe that he was still by her side.

Now, she was weak because of her grief, cursing the terrible end that life gave him. Her sadness was preventing her from acting as usual. She looked pale, since she was lacking appetite. She looked like a living dead.

After so much lament and misery, her body was increasingly weak, until she remained slept in the sit of that sad place. In her deep dream, she listened how two voices were approaching her.

- Poor creature! God protects her from any misery and fulfill her with benedictions.

- You're right father; I do not know how she moves on. Actually, more than zombie, she seems to be totally dead. We haven't lost a life, but two.

- Well, though she has other dear friends who will protect her.

- I doubt it father, she only cared about Christopher's love.

- I understand, Mr. Sarantakos was quite everything for her. Though even this way, you have had carry on very good with all of this

- Don't' think so, Criss was my best friend. There's no -and never would be- any human being more loyal than him. For me it's also hard, but I must be a strong, must not appear weak to Kate. She needs me more than ever right now.

She felt how a warm hand it touched her cheek

- She's freezing. It'll be better if we take her home - a coat covered her frozen body whereas another hand was giving her a few pats.-Kathy, wake up. You're going to catch frostbite here - slowly, her tired eyes of crying were opened.

- Nicholas? - She whispered with a thread of voice - no, leave me here; I want to be with him! - She struggled uselessly whereas Nicholas was taking her between his arms.

- Stop being silly, you were catching a cold. Priest, Father Othello, I am grateful for your services.

- It's nothing Nicholas. You know I'll pray for you.

Saying this, Nicolas began to walk with the girl in his arms. For what Kate desisted and returned to plunge in her dreams, in search of a hope of happiness.