First conversation, part two

“You know, when people are sad they should gry. It’s healthy to gry sometimes.”
“But I’m not a person who gries! I learned when I was young and I fought with boys everyday, that it is not good to gry. I should not allow myself to do such a thing which would show my weakness. I was like a rolemoddle to them I needed to be strong, I needed to be able to protect them from other kids!”
“Who?”
“Three person, who I spent most of my childhood with. I was the older and so I was the stronger thay needed me to protect our little yard.”
“Have you been in a going?!”
“I was. I wasen’t never the leader, there was other person to be our leader. I was always coming behind them, looking after them that they wouldn’t do any Michiel. But I was always the first. Because I was the older I also was the wisest and I learned things before them from school and I was pretty good to make my own conclutions.”
“But you don’t need to be that role moddle, until you will have kids of your own! You can concentrate on yourself and live your own life. And if there is something sad you should cry over it.”
“I do cry. Alone in my room. Don’t believe I would do that in front of anyone it would be a suicide!”
“But sharing your bad feeling to someone else…”
“Would make the other person sad. I can’t be that cruel and selfish. I’m strong and I can handle my problems myself.”
“You are one stubborn person, did you know that?”
She looked angry but she didin’t say anything. She took the dishes and carried them inside the hotel. He heard when the hotel-worker said something about that she shouldn’t have to do it that it wasen’t her duty to clean up the places.
But then he felt pain again in his shoulders and it was so horrible he lost his eye sight and soon after his consious too.
When he finally woke up he was still outside and it had became dark already. He was lying on the bench near the grill and someone had put a blanket over him.
He sensed someone’s watching him and then he looked up and saw Neko sitting next to him. She didin’t look at him at all.
“What time is it?”
“Nearly midnight.”
“Why are  you still outside?”
“I don’t usually go to bed until it’s midnight and I saw you lying on the ground… It would’ve been akward if I had to carry you inside.”
“As you could. Do you have the strength to do it?”
“I think I do, and that’s the problem is. I shouldn’t have. I got it by stealing it from another person before I died in my last life. I also stole something else that belonged to him, but I didin’t remember anything about my last life until I saw a dream about it few weeks ago.”
Kristianel rose up.
“Okey, let’s believe that dreams could be real. What other dreams have you seen?”
“Nothing that conserns you. Nothing you would be interesting and few belons to the category that belongs into fantasies.”
“Tell me about those fantisies.”
“No.”
“Was I in it?”
No answer.
“What happened? Tell me, you could listen your burden.”
“They are things that should not be told to anyone! I rebeat: No one!”
“Well, if you want totell me, you know my room.” He said with smile and left.
“Actually… I don’t. You haven’t told that information yet.”

~End of chapter ten~