The Earth of mist ch25

Gilbert and Mary are traitors2

Why do I keep watching her, why can't you be forgotten, Christine, and now from that moron behind you after midnight with all this enthusiasm, I'm the only Gilbert who knows you by your footsteps and understands without a word what you want, am I a traitor? No, Christine, I'm not the traitor, but I won't shut up about it.

It's not me who lost the baby, it's not me who killed him.

Oh, Christine, I can never forgive you.

I was still a 12-year-old child under shock, and I couldn't breathe after the people I thought were my parents had died, although I didn't love them, but after their deaths I discovered that no one was entirely alone, and Christine disappeared. The psychologist was talking, imagining how she attacked the junkie with a knife and then sat down on the floor to laugh. I was terrified if I didn't go with Christine, I'd be killed.

They put me in a private care home, it took me a while to get used until finally, three months later, Christine reappeared with Jason. I understood that she was being punished, but her father Jason supported her in the end, unlike Maureen. Another three years I saw Christine on weekends. We were both busy at school and at work, but we kept in touch every day. She told me in special symbols that we invented together before we slept. That was the only thing that kept me alive.

Nothing but a few personal items was all Christine took before we left together, and we both knew that this time we would never make a mistake like the last time, and it was our decision not to go back. Christine was firmer and I didn't have anyone in that city that time our long journey around the world started and everything started there.

I knew I loved Christine a long time ago, but she didn't give us a chance. You wanted to prove Maureen wrong with what she said about her. But then it turned out to be a career of becoming an expert on flavors, and I discovered my love for fish, and I learned a lot about old and unknowable recipes from Asia to Latin America. We moved from a place where I was 19 when I wanted to tell Christine Stewart about my love.

It was raining and we were working till death I was waiting for the weekend with a ring in my hand. I was 19, just a boy who was going to propose marriage to his girl.

It all happened very quickly as I was waiting for her to get out of the restaurant after work. When they suddenly showed up and took her from front to inside their car, I went from behind them running. I lost my ring.

I lost my breath watching her resist and scream until the car disappeared and fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I felt that Christine was lost forever. I was lost. I wanted to find her at all costs. We were strangers in the city. But everyone knows who these boys are.

But everyone knows who these boys are. It's not the first time the owner of the restaurant has been watching what's happening in a rage I've gone to, please get information to him, but he's just saying, Go to the police or forget about the whole thing.

got angry and went to the police Christine had a new report of a girl missing. Christine had turned to just a girl disappeared I thought of Jason and I felt overwhelmed because I was not a man Christine was in need of help. But on the way out I was stopped by the voice of a man who had been watching me since he entered the police station and he instructed me to follow him. He asked me seriously: Are you really looking for that girl?

I replied angrily that my beloved examined me with a tight look before he could find a place to meet him at night. After Christine had disappeared, I felt lost so I was no longer afraid of anything, and I went on time to that cursed place of the city.

Christine doesn't know what happened in that but we both remember one moment when I found her in that dark room, while there was the cry of another girl who was naked, cold, and dead, her clothes I pulled her after I hit my right foot while I was distracting the man left with the girls so that the man I came with could get rid of him while he dragged the crying girl into the car.

She used to say, "Dad, when he drove without a word."

The man took us to an apartment that was in a far away but good neighborhood while he helped the girl who turned out to be his daughter.

I was trying to help her, Christine. Whoever saw Christine in those days would have made sure that she lost her mind and went crazy - she laughed, danced and sang while we watched her without a word - and worse - she refused food until she fell from her weak body, but she kept talking like she was talking ghosts from hell, while I was thinking of finding these men and killing them for what they did to my girl.

After all these years and what happened between us, could she know that I killed a man and watched two others die for her? Was it worth it? And after years of loving her, everything I didn't feel the same way about Mary, but it was different, I found security, while Christine Stewart's fear destroyed everything. Christine wasn't sure of anything, not even the baby, our baby that she thought was a reward to me, but what she did she totally lost, which I never forgave her for.

Christine had to pay for the child's death, and that was what I had in mind, yes, even though I had lied for years, and I told myself I was over it, and we promised as partners again, but there was actually a child inside of me asking for vengeance.