Myrto: Yes, I'm her mother, speak to me.

Nadia came up to me and pierced my handful with her palm, squeezed hard.

Hospital: Her breathing was completely cut off, we were able to resuscitate her..

Nadia: No, no!!

She increased the pressure until our joints turned white, my hand reflexes spread out in a relaxed state.

Hospital: Right now her breathing is unstable, we can't figure out what the problem is... The next few hours are critical.

She left me and ran to the door. She's wearing her shoes, and the way she was in her pajamas, she put on a coat and opened the door.

Myrto: Whoa, whoa!

Erica: Wait!

We ran scared to catch up with her. She was back in a delirium,  didn't know what she was saying or doing. She'd lost control, just like I did before. Myrto hung up the phone, she'd thrown on the carpet. We put her to bed while she was losing herself, wasn't able to understand anything.

I tried to talk to her, I sat on top putting all my mastery and knowledge to be fascinated by the beautiful words and numb somewhat the pain she felt but in vain. In the meantime, Mr. Jason and Orpheus are home. Myrto gathered them to speak privately in the living room.

The words were no longer enough, I remained silent beside her to watch her break out, I let her free to flush out every small and great feeling that had been in her soul. She was yelling, banging on the pillows. I kept her hands calm, I think she'd probably hurt herself.

She looked at me and screamed, he screamed for a long time in eye contact with me. She wasn't just breathing, she was screaming, the veins on her face and chest had popped out. She was red, her voice broke. Her body weighs, I let her fall to the soft surface of the bed.

Her eyes empty, her voice nonexistent, I didn't know what she was thinking. I didn't know if she was thinking. That night I stayed by her side to observe her, I didn't move to go next to my own makeshift bed, I slept sitting at her own feet and held her hand.

She is so sensitive and her soul full of kindness, so fragile. Sometimes I forget her strength, for example, I take myself and say that no matter how hard it is, she'll be able to get over it after I've done it. But I'm worried, I'm very worried.

In the last few days, she's proven to me that she's not in a state of lethargy, but that her feelings burn and destroy everything they find in front of them. You see, they're made of fire, and mine are made of ice.

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