XLIX. The pain of acceptance

(Dominieck)

One blow after another Lyall and I inferred to each other, our fight was a total chaos and it was so much the crash of that one that it was not only enough for us to wallow on the grass because before we could both analyze the situation we ended up right in the water, totally wet and even being that element in between we did not stop.

Every blow I dealt, I took it seriously and undoubtedly inflicted damage on him, but Lyall didn't care.

I did it with anger because of what I had been accumulating deep inside me, so many thoughts, feelings, desires and ideas that at the time I would have wanted to share with my parents something that due to the present situation I will never be able to do, therefore, that tormented me, did not let me think clearly and at the provocation of that I fell as if nothing.

But for some reason, when I saw the man's face, I felt that for Lyall it was more than anything an object of fun, even though he found his lip lacerated after I hit him