86 - Joana

For my full alarm, Pablo cried for good. Loud enough for the sound to echo, and I got up, leaning his head against my stomach as I hugged him tightly. He was so cruel. Not only to him, but to his deceased friend himself. Both wanting freedom, both having a whole world ahead of them. Now one of them would remain alone, and the other's family would be devastated by pain. I knew the pain. I was once the child who lost his father, so it hurt deeply in me.

That's why I allowed Pablo to use me as an anchor and cry all his sorrow. I allowed her to get carried away by that pain and keep her exposed to the world. Because I understood all that with such notion that I was affected in the same way. I didn't know the man. I didn't even remember your name. But still, I cried for him.

I prayed that he would find a good place to live and that his soul would be avenged at the right time. The worst problem with the prison was that no one could tell who had really killed the man. Of course there would b