The Hug His Darkness
The Part 21
“OK, if you want a story, I will listen,” Annora said. From Quirinus' reply, he was able to capture that the man had a family that did not give him peace in it. Although not thrown blatantly, but can be assessed alone. Whether right or wrong, it is only a guess of personal thought.
Quirinus raised his shoulders and closed his eyes. “I want to sleep.” He chose not to tell. Why tell others the bad past? Requesting sympathy? To be pitied? To have Annora pity? Or maybe it could be that she chose to take some distance after knowing that she came from a broken family? All of these reasons can be the cause of lips choosing silence.
Quirinus never told anyone. Friends don't have either. He's anti-social. The man was reluctant to indulge or sell the story. What else is it about wounds and bad memories that were so hard to forget until this second. It will only make him feel more painful. Quite heavy also tell others, not necessarily able to accept his background which ... very chaotic since he was a child.
Annora held Quirinus' hand and gently rubbed the man's tan. Observing intensely the strokes on the face that appear full of pain. It felt like he wanted to get inside Quirinus' mind to know what was really going on.
“I don't know how sad your life is. But, slowly I will show a sense of happiness even simple.” Annora raised Quirinus' hand, putting the man's palm that fit perfectly on her cheek. “If you feel you are in the dark right now, then I will pull out to see that there is light that can shine on your world, even if only a speck.”
Quirinus did not really sleep. He just lazily interacted with Annora for too long. Hearing the words of the woman who seemed very sincere, her heart felt like it was squeezed by something invisible. I don't know what that feeling is because it's never been felt before. Not only there, immediately spread until the throat was blocked. Then suddenly there is water sliding from the tail of the eye even though the middle eyelid is tightly closed.
Quirinus' body was large and muscular, but who knew that behind it all was a hurt feeling. Someone who is stuck with pain to not know how to be happy. A man who is growing older but not with his memory is still trapped by childhood wounds to adolescence.
Annora let the atmosphere in the nursery be quiet. Perhaps his words were wrong to the point of making Quirinus sad. Or too offensive. So, he chose to give calmness in a way of silence, as the man liked, silence.
Until Annora felt sleepy. Slowly his head lowered, then his forehead stuck to Quirinus's arm.
For so long Quirinus did not feel any movement or ravings of Annora, she opened her eyes to be sure. Apparently asleep.
Quirinus pulled the arm that was made into a cushion. It must not be good to sleep in a sitting position. He slowly got up and minimized the sound. Move Annora onto the patient's bed to make it more comfortable.
