Chapter 18 — Hope dies last

Louise

With every step I take my hands sweat a little more every second. I don't even need to tell you how many absurd things have gone through my mind just imagining what he has to offer me, which certainly isn't good. We walked about six meters ahead and suddenly I felt those huge hands touching my back, the chill was instantaneous.

"Why did you almost go into despair at that moment? What did you think I would do? Come on, this way." - Silence is the best thing that ever existed.

"It is a childhood trauma. I don't like to be touched, in fact I hate it. It's not a question of wanting to, my body reacts differently to touch, speech and even a look…" - I don't know at what moment I leaned against the tree, but by a thread I didn't fall.

"And why does this bother you so much? Do you want to share this feeling with me? Maybe I can fix it." - Well, this is a very delicate subject and I don't want to talk about it now or ever, least of all with him.

"Can we talk about something else?