(continuation)
But when I had to leave, I left my heart in Paris. Belle accompanied me to the airport, and in a whisper we swore in love. I must confess that I cried when I left. I felt that he had left behind me.
The following times were passed in longing. We were exchanging correspondence, phoning, and at least every two months I went to Paris to be with her. I spent the weekend there. She was an extraordinary woman. He loved me as I never allowed anyone to love me again.
One day we decided, in fantastic tune, that we would both live in London. And if we so chose, we have planned things. Belle had a dream of marrying in Paris. I did the will; If that was your wish ...
I went to Paris, I took my parents to know the city where I had known my love, the love of my life, my muse, the enchanted mermaid; I introduced my parents to Belle's parents. This weekend, we got married.
As there were bureaucracies to solve, I left for London with my parents, leaving Belle to come a week later.
I must confess that it was probably until the day of your arrival, the longest week of my life. He counted every minute, every hour, every day, longing for his arrival. But I do not know what the reason, or did not know, because now I know, during that week I felt a knot in the stomach, an affliction, an anguish, nor can explain.
Belle chose to come by train. He did not like to ride a plane. He always said:
"If it stops in the air, there's no one holding it down."
As much as I told her that the plane was the safest transportation, she insisted on coming by train. Came in at high speed. 8:39 a.m. was the estimated time of arrival in London.
As the hour was scheduled, punctual as always, the high-speed train from Paris arrived on time, and my heart was beating harder and harder, and I, here, in this precise place, looked there. . "He stretched out his right arm with his right forefinger in sight-to see the front of the train coming up, to see it approaching, and my heart to beat in an arrhythmia that until that date did not know; And the brakes began to indicate in their shrill noise that the speed was getting smaller and smaller. - He lowered his arm. With his left thumb he discreetly wiped a tear that formed in the corner of his left eye - I stood up! I felt a strange anxiety invade me body above. Other trains came, as they do every morning; But now the 8:39 clock system no longer exists; Everything has changed. But it was exactly at 8:39 that the three compositions stopped, opened the doors, and, amid the crowd waiting on the platforms, the passengers left so they could enter. And between them was Belle. - Pointed in the direction where the train had stopped and Bella had left - I bid her farewell, calling her! Looked up; And as I was waving, a huge explosion occurred, projecting several debris in all directions, causing the entire building to be closed. I saw Belle fall along with other people. Then those who succeeded began to run, trampling those who remained on the ground or who were falling. It was chaos. There were many screams, a lot of confusion. I realized that Belle was injured, and as I stepped up the stairs, looking at her, a second explosion occurred. The damage was so great that a huge cloud of dust stopped allowing it to be seen more than two, three meters away.
I stopped!
Beneath my feet, the ground shook. Some walls collapsed, part of the ceiling collapsed, cries of pain and despair were heard. There were many calls for help. I froze, looking for Belle ... I never saw her again. I searched everywhere, but I never met her again. Since that day my life is a constant search every year, as of today; It is thirty years ago that the attack was made at this time; And no one seems to remember. - He looked at his watch. Stood up!
- Sir, may I help you?
She looked at him. A look of drooping, expressionless palms, a look whose emotions were dropped three decades earlier in a violent terrorist attack on the city of London.
- If you see my Belle, tell her I'm looking for her."
He stepped away in a staggering, slow, and short step, leaning against an aging cane.
- London 8:39 - Miguel Branco
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