Bloody Weekend
Chapter 64
”So you will recover,” says Graciela.
Those sharp little eyes looked sad.
”I'm not sure anymore, baby. Now the one who handles me is a young doctor with glasses and a sweet mouth. It was very different with Doctor Hamilton. He never laughs! While Dr. Hamilton. .. there are always jokes. Sometimes he makes
I was very sick with the treatment. ‘I can't take it anymore, Doctor,” I told him. ‘Could have, Mrs. White, ’ said, ‘You are a very strong person. You can definitely hold. We'll both make a passage in medicine.’ That's how he comforted me. My
really want to do anything for Doctor! He expects a lot of us, but we feel we can't let him down.
Do you mean I?”
”Y. I understand,” said Graciela.
Those sharp little eyes stared at Graciela for a moment.
”Sorry, dear, you are not the wife of Mr Doctor, are you?”
”Not,” said Graciela, ”I'm just one of her friends.”
”I understand,” said Mrs. Whites.
Graciela believes that she understands.
”If I may ask, why did you come here?”
”Doctors often tell us a lot about you.
about his new treatment. I want to see how you are now.”
”My state of retreating continues.. really.”
Graciela exclaimed, ”But you can't spare!
You must recover.”
Mrs. White laughed a little.
”I don't want to die, don't think about it!”
”Then, fight Mrs White! Doctor Christow once told me that you do not give up easily.”
”Is that so he said?” Mrs. White lay still
shut up for a while in his bed, then he said slow slow, ”Whoever shoots him, must be very evil! Not many people like Doctor!”
We're not gonna find anyone like him again. Like Peter Hamilton. Those words suddenly flashed through Graciela's mind. Mrs. White watched him sharply.
”Braise your heart, Son,” he said. Then
in fact, ”He must have been buried well, right?”
”The burial is very good,” Graciela said very friendly.
”Replacement is happy if I can face her funeral!”
Mrs. White sighs.
”I think soon people will bury
i.”
”No,” exciting Graciela. ”You can't let go
your hope of healing. You said that you and Dr. Hamilton would make history in medicine. Well, now you have to continue on your own. The treatment remains the same. You must have courage and fighting spirit for two people. You have to make history by yourself, for her sake. For Doctor Hamilton. ”
Mrs. White looked at him for a moment.
”That sounds great too! I'll be the best, sweet boy. Cannot promise much.”
Graciela got up, and she endured it.
”Please come. I'm very happy to be able to talk about Mr. Doctor with you.”
His eyes sparkled.
”Doctor Hamilton is a man who thumbs up on everything.”
”Ya indeed,” says Graciela. ”Betul.”
”Do not grieve, my son,” said the old woman.
”What's gone, gone. We can't get it back.”
Mrs. White and Eloise Hope expressed similar thoughts, albeit with different languages, Graciela thought.
He would return to London, drive his car into a garage, then slow down to his studio.
”Now it's been a time I've been afraid of,” thought.
”When I lived alone. I can't
pain again. Now that sadness is coming.”
What did he tell Ryan?
”I want to grieve for Peter.”
He dropped himself into a soft chair, then cut his hair that covered his beautiful face. Alone, empty, languishing and empty. This terrible void.
Her eyes were poignant by the tears that flowed slowly to her cheeks.
Sad, she thought, she was sad for Peter... Oh, Peter... Peter.
Remembering how Peter's sharp voice was offended, ”If I die, first you will do, <TAG1>, with tears streaming down your cheeks it is to instantly begin to make a picture of a woman in mourning, or another figure depicting sorrow and lamentation.”
Graciela moved in agitation. Why pihkiran
it got into his head?
Sadness... A tucked form whose outline is almost indistinct begins to droop.
He could already imagine the line of his high, elongated figure painting, with his sadness hidden, having been revealed by the line on the veil of his facial features. And a thin smile. Heartbreaking smile.
Sadness, reflected off a clear and clear white canvas.
”If I die..”.
Suddenly a bitter feeling melted him!
Thought, ”That's how I am! What John said was right. I could never love someone. I just love what I like. I cannot mourn, even if I mourn for the one I love, I still cannot. I cannot mourn with all my heart like everyone else. People like Amy are the closest to humans. We Cavendish family are cold-hearted. Even when my beloved died, I still could not grieve for him. Is this my punishment for failing to save Natasha.
Poor natasha. Natasha loves Peter. Worship her half dead. Sculpt her with a holy crown. Gave him the title of a very noble man. The devotee is the title of my painting.
Then now this grieving figure is this me ? I am not crying with all my heart. I just cry for today. Just today I'm going to check on the departure of my lover Peter......"
Amy and Ryan at Logdewood.
It was reality, strength and warmth. That's what Ryan needs warm-hearted people like Amy. Not a cold-hearted person like me. I am glad they both are happy. They are both getting married and living in Logdewood.
Lodgewood is a place of memories. Too many good memories in the past. But I love him, no matter how much he loves Ryan. He doesn't want to go back there anymore. To Logdewood.
”While I was,” thought, ”not human
wholely. I'm not my own. I belong to something outside of myself. I can't mourn my lost love. I must accept my grief and mold it into a figure.”
”Exhibition No. 58. Grief. GRACIELA WEST'S...”.
" Peter, I'm sorry, Peter. Really....” he said in a whisper.
”I can't do anything else.”
