My memories, my essence (S1 Ep.14-6)

We spent the afternoon going over various parts of the project and the ideas I wanted to introduce. This was me, this was my passion. The nature of my being longed for these moments spent in the sewing room.

The night came fast and before dinner, Joan left. The veil was not completely lifted, but I felt her closer, with fewer concerns in open up me. In her eyes, I did not see the fear of being misunderstood.

After dinner, I helped organize the kitchen for tomorrow and I went up to my bedroom. I had a lot to write about. I needed to vent and through writing, I could do that. Here I loosened all my issues, my fears, my deepest desires, my dreams. This small book contained my true essence. This was my loyal friend. Received all my requests, embraced all my fears without criticizing me, without judging me. Accepting me for who I am.

And now with much more sense, I wrote, because in me resided the urge to let my testimony. I wanted to create a time capsule, as I did with the girls every new year's Eve! If I was intended to return to this world, I would be the best person to bring me back. No magic, no lies, no fuss. Accept the pain, live it and exceed it. The reality of the testimony counted by the only person I would never put into question because I know that person for no reason would lie to me ... I!

While writing he was on my mind, I wanted to see him, feel his presence. Relieve him from solitude. Imagine someone stuck in this world, being obliged to preserve its image, keeping hidden because its appearance will never change, if discovered what would expect would be misunderstanding, fear ... having its heart broken to every goodbye of its loved ones and have to go over it again and again ... the mere idea of such suffering filled me with compassion. Pass through this prison would break the purest of souls. Live in hope of returning to the arms of his loved one and for a thousand years to wait...

Suddenly, a noise outside my window. Sounded like the small stones! I went to lurk… And there he was in the garden bushes next to the kiosk.

Waved me to come down and I did. Smiling on the inside. He was one step away.

With some caution, I went downstairs. Both the living room as the kitchen were empty. I opened the kitchen door and to him, I followed...

Rose: You could use the front door, you know?!

Seth: Sorry so come like this and without warning… You forgot your scarf in the gazebo yesterday. Huh ... You might need it. – His embarrassment was sweet.

Rose: Thank you! Did you keep it until now?

Seth: Yes! I sent a message to Rebecca ... But she didn't answer me.

Rose: Joan left here earlier ... - I didn't mean to correct him. It's all very strange. He belongs to a reality that is not mine. - It's a little cold out here, do you want to go inside?

Seth: No, I’m better not.

Rose: You don't have to hide. You're safe here.