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Chapter 4: A Warm Evening With A Sacrifice
Play The Song *"How To Save A Life" - The Fray (Alex Goot & Kurt Schneider)*
The Sun was setting and it was going to be the end of the day. It was early evening and Tintin was still resting on the sofa after an uncomfortable sensation in the morning. He started to stir and he moaned as he still felt dizzy. Snowy was on the floor and barked happily to greet his master. Tintin grinned softly and petted Snowy on the head. Tintin tried to stand up and used the sofa armrest as a support. He managed to stand up and he felt somewhat better than in the morning but he still staggered as he went to his room to get changed to regular attire. A blue sweater, brown pants and shoes. He look out the window and noticed it was getting late. He decided to take a walk and breathe in some fresh air to make him feel better.
Tintin felt pressure at his chest. He clutched his chest and ran into the bathroom. He had a coughing fit and he coughed until his chest hurts badly. He felt weak and a bit cold. He went to drink some water then Tintin walked to the clothes peg by his door and grab his light brown coat. He wore it and started to make his way out even though Snowy noticed it was obvious that he shouldn't. Snowy just followed his master obediently. The young reporter walked along the sidewalks by stalls and shops but he wasn't enjoying the view. He kept his head down and wondered about something.
Tintin lost in his thoughts then started to observe his surroundings but it made him frown with depression. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes but wiped it away. He sat at a bench and watched the little kids play with kites. Kites soar high in the sky which made the environment calm and peaceful. Tintin relaxed and slumped against the bench. The fox terrier climbed on the bench and sat next to Tintin. He looked at the children and suddenly felt envious for them.
"How am I going to leave all of this? It's so beautiful. It's hard to say good bye..." Tintin muttered sadly.
He heard a crash and shot his head up and look at his surroundings. The young reporter noticed that children were pointing at the tree and yelling. It seems that the kite got stuck. Tintin walked up to the group of children and they recognised him.
"Tintin! Please help us get our kite down it's the only one we have! " the little boy said.
Tintin smiled.
"Sure I will get it for you." Tintin replied.
He loved the warm embrace of children and has it ever been so long since he actually talked to a young reporter removed his light brown coat and placed on the grass and proceeded on climbing the tree. He trembled as he tried to find grip on the tree trunk. His body couldn't handle using too much energy at this rate. He struggled to reach one of the branches but managed to get a good grip of it and climbed onto the branch. He tried to reach the kite at the end of the branch that dangled freely due to the wind. He grabbed the kite but just at that moment the branch snapped and Tintin lost his grip completely and landed on the soft grass. The children screamed and started to surround him and check if he's alright. Snowy was licking him in effort to wake him up. Tintin groaned but he managed to stand up and he gave back the kite to the little boy. The little boy jumped happily and hugged Tintin.
"Thank you so much Tintin! You're like the hero my mom always mention!" The little boy said giving a wide smile.
Tintin hugged back.
"With pleasure and tell your mom I said thank you for the compliment." The young reporter said.
The little boy nodded happily and the gang of children continued playing. Tintin took his coat and wore it again. He placed his hands in his pockets as he watched the children joyfully flying their kites. The young reporter grinned as he continued his walk at the sidewalk. The fox terrier followed again but bumped into Tintin who had stopped walking. Tintin was looking across the road as he saw a young Chinese boy. The young Chinese boy was crossing the road and Tintin ran for his dear life. The driver in the car started to step on the brakes but screeches unable to stop it before it hits the young Chinese boy.
"LOOK OUT!" Tintin screamed.
The Chinese who suddenly realised the situation stopped in fear and looking directly at the incoming car. Tintin pushed the young boy out of the way. Sacrificing himself for the Chinese boy.
BANG!