Londoners (Part 3)

Links for part 1 and part 2.

Photo credit: http://gethdpic.com/city-wallpaper/london-winter-wallpaper.html
Photo credit: http://gethdpic.com/city-wallpaper/london-winter-wallpaper.html

«It wasn’t the first time, was it?», James asked her, tired of ignoring the fact he had witnessed a few hours before.
«No… That wasn’t even the worst time», she answered, not being able to take her eyes off the pavement.
«Why didn’t you tell anyone?».
«I was scared… He was stronger than me, better than me in everything». Silent tears were sliding down her face as she spoke. «That’s why I started running… It was something that could make me better, something that could make me find the strength to face him».
«Why didn’t you tell me? I was there, you smiled at me every morning when you saw me at the window, I was there».
«James, listen, you were very kind earlier, however, I had a life, I had to make that life work, at any cost».
«You deserve better than that». After saying those words, James left, not looking back.

Annemerel looked at him until he was no longer visible, then threw her coffee in a bin and did what she had always done when she was confused: she started running. Those kilometres were no longer tough, like the ones she had run at sunrise, however, because of the people in the street she couldn’t keep her usual pace. Rarely had she been so confident: she knew it was time to make a change. She approached Nike Town, looked the sun shining above the historical buildings in Oxford Circus, then went straight to Green Park. Mile after mile, nothing was going to stop her.

«Non era la prima volta, non è vero?», chiese James, stanco di ignorare ciò a cui aveva assistito qualche ora prima.
«No… Quella non era nemmeno la volta peggiore», rispose lei, non riuscendo a staccare gli occhi dall’asfalto.
«Perché non l’hai detto a nessuno?».
«Ero preoccupata… Lui era più forte di me, migliore di me in ogni cosa». Lacrime silenziose scivolavano sul suo viso mentre parlava. «Ecco perché ho iniziato a correre… era qualcosa che poteva rendermi migliore, qualcosa che poteva farmi trovare la forza di affrontarlo».
«Perché non mi hai detto niente? Io ero lì, mi hai sorriso ogni mattina quando mi vedevi alla finestra, ero lì».
«James, ascolta, tu sei stato molto gentile prima, tuttavia, io avevo una vita, dovevo far funzionare quella vita, ad ogni costo».
«Meriti di meglio». Dopo aver detto quelle parole, James se ne andò, senza voltarsi indietro.

Annemerel lo osservò, fino a quando non era più visibile, poi gettò il caffè in un cestito e fece ciò che aveva sempre fatto quando era confusa: iniziò a correre. Quei chilometri non erano più duri, come quelli che aveva corso al sorgere del sole, eppure, a causa delle persone per strada non poteva correre al suo solito passo. Raggiunse Nike Town, osservò il sole splendere sopra gli storici edifici di Oxford Circus, poi andò dritta a Green Park. Miglio dopo miglio, nulla era in grado di fermarla.

[To Be Continued]

Have A Safe Journey! ♥

Love,
Camilla

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