XLVIII. Lyall, what are you doing here?

For a while Emma and I were immersed in the pain and despair that this caused us, the feeling that this nest was wonderfully uncomfortable, I literally felt empty, hollow and disconnected from the world soul.

There we were lost submerged between that bedroom, once I guided our bodies to the wall that was behind us since she was arranged in the middle of my legs I let her flow with the wind since I could not do it, while she lay comfortably using me as her personal pillow once I got rid of our backpacks, while she continued submerged in such agony while I constantly held her hugging her.

The screams of that girl every time they took strength and resumed their crying, made me feel uncomfortably powerless once that one entered my dry soul and ironically without feelings that I could not release beyond some simple tears that ran with an atrocious heaviness my face that undoubtedly and that was something that made me feel horrible and inhuman.

From where I am I try to guide my v