From the last chapter: "Where did you go, Cloud?" I asked the silence, even though in the back of my mind, I was making myself crazy because I already knew that no one will answer to my question.

However after three seconds, I heard the sound of keys in the apartment's door. I quickly rose up from the floor, and with the painkillers bottle falling from my hand along the way, with the glass still on the kitchen's floor, I almost ran in the middle of the room, to stare at the door that was being opened from the other side.

"Cloud?" I asked before the said person had enough time to actually enter in the room, and in my view.

But before I could even smile, without even knowing why I felt so desperate to see Cloud again, a cold shiver ran up my spine and then I felt sick and weak, as an old man stared back at me with a stern but a bit confused expression on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" He asked me, and I opened my mouth just to close it again.

Somehow, in the silence, in that second, I missed the rain, because just now, I realize that the sky wasn't crying, wasn't sad, and wasn't to make me feel lonely, it was protecting me, protecting us.

Until now.

Chapter 13: Part 4- His story

Blind, it is called the one who does not see that what is too good is almost impossible, or not. The one who does not understand that everything that is too good always ends, probably, very quickly.

But you know what? This dream actually happens in reality, and it lasts the same amount of time of a real dream, illusion, mirage, that's what it's beautiful about it, but when you realize that everything that has happened is really just too good to be true, then that's just the start.

You've arrived just at the beginning of a real nightmare.

'Blessed are those who do not wake up, the rest are doomed.'

…*…

Pain dominates my entire body now because of my short but quick running, or more because of my short blind happiness; because now I'm staying in front of a stranger, while I'm wearing only boxers and a shirt too big for me and with a pain that I could not explain to him, however, the confusion and millimeter fear created by the tone of his voice, that sadly for me, it resembles very much with the tone of my dead father, and that's why, it completely petrified me, which is a good thing for him, but nothing good for me.

'Move!' I ordered myself, but without any visible results.

"Are you deaf? I asked who you are. And how did you get in this apartment without my permission? Or do you have permission from my son?"

The man asked me and I understood immediately.

'This man is Cloud's father.'

"I am ..." I began to speak, a bit comforted by the new information, or so I thought until I couldn't speak anymore, not even with a trembling voice, his intense attentive eyes burning me.

Although I wanted to say that I am innocent, just a friend who slept overnight, although I did not like to tell just half of the truth but this time, the whole truth is simply unspeakable; still, above everything, we are friends, but I also automatically realized that I do not know even know Cloud's family name, so I can't address to his father properly.

But normally, if we would've met in normal circumstances, then he would've told me his whole name. No?

'But I still don't know why he was in the hospital in the first place…'

And my silence only prolongs his disbelief for my words.

'What kind of friend am I? I do not know his family name, what chance do I have for this man to believe me? What proof do I have? Wait, I just slept with him ... and I actually know almost nothing about him, the only proof is the pain of my back that he also can't feel...'

I immediately panicked, while I felt my hands suddenly sweating.

I contradicted each and every idea that appeared into my mind, until I declared war against myself, while the silence was extended enormously in reality. I was back to reality only after the man has started talking in a firm and serious tone.

"You refuse to answer me and if I do not get an answer in this second, I announce you that I'll call the cops. If you're not his friend, then you can only be a thief."

I wanted to contradict him, realized that my stupid silence is completely misunderstood, and while I decided what I can say and what I cannot has already put me in a worse situation than the previous, which was also in a critical state.

"But I'm not… I am his…"

But the man continued to talk and I reduced myself to silence once again, but this time, curious and attentive to Cloud's father speech:

"At first you had the nerve to rob the house of the son of a respectable politician man, when this is simply crazy, and then you refuse to answer me. You are pure filth! Nothing! I can crush you just by saying one word. You just don't know with whom you've messed."

'Only ... Why ...?'

My thoughts got stuck while I'm floating on black, while I feel absolutely nothing.

Although he does not know anything about me, he is the kind that believes that the wealth is above the poor, and above everything else existent, because after all, I am poor, but no, I have no reaction. I just don't know how to react.

'I cannot believe that this man is his father! My father was just the same ... This can't be happening.'

I thought in mere seconds until everything listened to the new person, who now struggles to open the front door, again, which was also behind the man that also watched it patiently.

But I still barely registered what I was told.

'The son of a wealthy politician?'

The question continued to bother me, to appear and reappear in my mind.

Until the one who tried to open the door so far has succeeded.

'Cloud ...'

My whole being dared to whisper his name slowly, but continuously.

But by the time when my thoughts were left unsaid, in reality someone else's mouth said them, the voice of someone else, not mine.

"Cloud."

His voice is colorless, the same tone he used with me, a stranger, and he also uses it with his son.

"Welcome home."

His voice is not warm, but cold, false, re-bound, just ... horrible.

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

Then the voice of Cloud, with a tone that I have never heard before, he never used it with me and I don't think he used it with anyone else besides his father.

"I came to visit, and look what I found!" He said, pointing at me while I realized that for ten minutes I did not move and just watched, listened, questioned, and seemed to be completely petrified.

But before Cloud could tell something, exactly what had happened to me, it also happens to him; his father spoke with a tone that cannot be ignored and also, he spoke above everybody else, even above his son.

"A thief! A miserable! I think he steals your clothes!"

Cloud had an unreadable expression on his face, although I realized that he looks exactly like me, pale like his immaculate white shirt that I wear, and also he's a bit sweaty, but without reaction.

Somehow a fear arose in my mind above this whole stupidity:

'He'll put me in jail for nothing.'

But his father was incredibly sure in what he was saying, while I didn't say anything and neither Cloud, but I somehow waited, because I am a stranger and he is his son, so the man will believe his own son, not me. I suppose.

But Cloud just watched me. Silent.

We were not friends for years, but I've seen him in many ways: nervous, sad, funny, sleeping, hungry, vindictive, competitive, and in love.

And many other states, but in this state? Never. He's always jumped when there was something he did not agree with, regardless of where they are, no matter what happens, or who is involved, I was not even an exception when he didn't agree with me. But was he ever silent? Never.

And everything was a lie, something he honestly told me that he hates.

However, now his father has a totally wrong concept about me, but he does not react. It's not like he's supposed to tell him that we're together, eventually, maybe, or not, but even if he never told me that he likes me or that...

'He loves me? Or everything was just a nightstand? He's rich and his father has a horrible personality, so maybe, just maybe…No, no, and no! '

Shock! That was all I felt, that was all that I was in.

"This is outrageous! I knew that the thieves were of the lowest class, but I never thought that they even steal your clothes! And look at him; he doesn't even have the courage to run away! A coward! This is…"

The man continued and never stopped, but he basically said the same things using too many words, so his voice transformed into pure background until Cloud has finally spoken:

"Father."

However, the man didn't stopped talking at all. It was as if he was more fueled now.

"Such disgrace and such a disgusting society with…"

"Father!"

The voice that I knew echoed in the room. The man stopped talking and I hardly stopped myself from smiling because I was still not sure of what he was about to say.

"Son, this is the truth, what…"
"No! This is not the truth!"

Cloud yelled again but this time, I couldn't but to smile. I was completely filled with relief.

"This boy is my… my friend, and I will not allow you to talk about him like he's some trash!"

"This boy? Your friend? But I never saw him in the meetings! What's his family name? But I never forget such things or important faces and I…"

"Father, he's not one of the rich puppets of the society."

Cloud responded, and he's rather calm, even though I could tell that the remark wasn't used for the first time because his father immediately reacted and this time, with a visible frown on his perfectly stoic face.

"Then he's nothing. Why not become friends with …"

"I won't be friends with any of the rich ingrate brats!" He yelled to his father.

The old man no longer looks at his son, but to me. With bored eyes and with an expression on his face that it's showing his total disinterest, he looked me up and down.

Then he looked into my eyes, forcing me to watch myself in his eyes, but this did not last more than one second, the intercalation of our eyes, but it was enough for me to see the only message conveyed within the eyes of a father:

-You're just dirt. You do not deserve my son.-

And for the first time in my life, I was ashamed of me.

After that, he looked at his son; his attention is totally captured by anything but me.

'For him, I do not exist.'

And then, I could not take my eyes off the floor.

It was the last time when this man, when I, or when we, have ever looked at each other.

"Son, what is this unsalted joke? I will not recognize poverty as someone, or something in the life of my family. So be honest with me, he is here to clean?"

His voice was full of irony, of pure evil, and although I was still not without the right to watch them, I could see his defiant eyes in my mind.

"Yes, you will, because I care about this person and I will not give up on it."

So sure of himself and sharp, his voice filled me with happiness but also fear.

His father's eyes were the eyes of a man that always gets what he wants.

'He could kill us both, Cloud, I will not blame you if you give up on me. I'll be fine. Just let me get out of here!'

I give up so quickly and I already hated me for it, but all I could do was to close my eyes tight and listen while I was aware. Aware of a pain from a wound on my head, the scar that remained after my father almost killed me with his bottle.

'It's the pain in my mind? Or the wound is open? How is it possible? '

I put my hand on my head to check, and then I looked at it.

'Nothing.'

"I love him."

I heard these words that seemed distant. Fear absorbed my ears, and my attention was on my imaginary wound while the conversation never stopped, and the only words that made me attentive were those three.

I looked up at Cloud. That looked at me with an innocent pure smile and kind beautiful eyes.

"You love a poor man?"

Words filled with hatred made me shiver.

And in the next seconds, Cloud was slammed to the wall by his father's fist that has hit his left cheek.

I do not know when or how, but very soon, I was in front of Cloud who was still down, and I protect him from the blows his father.

But it did not take long, because Cloud cast me aside once realized what was happening.

"Stop! You do not solve anything by beating me! You don't understand? Because of you she left us! You broke this family! You have lost your wife, now you want to lose your son too!"

The man took a few steps back, as Cloud stood before me, highly protective, while I was still on the floor with a little blood flowing from a wound that I could not identify.

"Yes! You are the same as your mother! Two whores!"

"Do not dare!"

'You also grew up without mother Cloud? That's why you understand me so well? 'The thought was quiet while my hatred for Cloud's father also grew, stronger but silent.

"Choose! Now! I, your father, or this miserable bum?"

"I do not have to answer you. My mother already answered your question for me too, and she did the best decision from her entire life."

Cloud said with a cold voice, ironic but sincere in the same time. Then he knelt in front of me, and began looking if I am injured, or at least I think so, I was too stunned by everything that happens in my face while the old man still did not move.

And with the same cold voice he spoke to his son:

"I do not want to see your face ever again, even after I die. I want you to leave this apartment until tomorrow, and also I inform you that you will not receive money from me, never again, and from now, you're not my son. You are nothing but trash."

Cloud's father slammed the door behind him.

It was the last time when I saw him.

After that, everything moved quickly and somehow odd, without questions.

We did not talk while we did the same things, extremely sure of every action, as if we speak through telepathy, by looking in each other's eyes. Talking without a word said, not even one sound.

We took a shower together. We washed each other on the back, in the pure comfortable silence.

Then we dressed together.

His dark brown eyes and his black hair, his piercings in both ears and on his bottom lip and even on his right eyebrow, a black cross hanging from his left earlobe fits nicely with the rest.

We share a long striped scarf in black and white at our necks, as if it is connecting us.

Just now I realize that I'm a bit shorter than him, he is taller, and I have a different hair style, a dark red color, and my eyes are a dark green, my mothers. I also have piercings but not as many as him, one on my right eyebrow and in my ears.

However, our styles are very much alike, like we are in one piece, not two, and the one scarf which we both wear, connects us.

Our clothes are also alike, after all, I wear his clothes, with dark colors but simple in some way, that if you don't observe the jeans with holes.

And so we both left the house, hand in hand. On the streets, and after a long time of wondering all around the town, with nothing in our pockets and with no destination at all, something has finally happened:
"Hey, Blondie!" Cloud yelled after a blond boy that said that he recognizes it.

"Wait a minute!" I also yelled after the same boy while we were already both running after him.

But he continued to walk ahead.

It was a rainy day; the pavement was wet because of the rain that has stopped. The bridge made of grey stone, our new home, and the streets where cars often pass by even if there are not many at all, make noises that we don't even hear anymore, it became like air, everything is grey like the clouds above my head.

"Stay put for one damn minute!" Cloud screamed again when we were in front of him, stopping him in place.

Large and bright blue baby eyes blinked open at us for the first time. Like a butterfly opened its wings in front of us, to fly.

To be continued…

It took forever to end these 4 parts, and not to mention, this chapters. Problems with the still horrible computer! That's why it took so much! It's horrible to write with this stupid thing….

I was fooled by my father when he said he'll buy one, that's why I waited for him to buy one, but no. And no one's to blame for my computer so I wrote another chapter with this…God…I won't swear…again.

Still, sorry for taking so long and sorry for the mistakes in this chapter, no beta, no patience to correct it again with this computer…

Hope everybody likes the chapter.

And by the way! Happy New year everyone! See you next year!