The Substitute

Loneliness can drive a person mad. There's a place, in every man's soul, that no friend can reach, only a lover, and he longed for the chance to close that emptiness.

Are you all right, Sir?” Yes, I'm fine. My life is totally ruined but I'm fine. I feel free, detached from everything.” “Then you're an outsider to life.

For a moment, I believed you.” He ordered me, dryly, recovering his usual poise again. He does not only have a selective hearing, but a selective understanding as well. I confessed. If he believes me or not, is his problem. Forewarned is not forearmed.

Friends?” He asked me offering his right hand. “As long as you don't touch my pencils' box again,

I ran as fast as I could for about five minutes over the deserted streets. If you wonder Diary why I did it, the answer is I have no bloody idea. I just needed to be with him, to get his comfort and his kisses. I was overwhelmed and exhausted beyond measure. I needed him like I never needed someone before. When I heard of my father's suicide I swallowed the pain and wallowed into it. Now, I didn't want to do it. I needed his calm voice and his strong arms and perhaps, his shoulder to cry on over Federico's betrayal.