Bloody Eyes
|Bab 2|

A few weeks passed, Luana had always been above the moon in the past few days. There was something bothering him, and besides looking strange, it was also curious. And this made him very scattered. He seems to know the man. He had already seen her somewhere, but now, he did not remember who she was.

He watched her every day in his dreams, but he never approached her, never saying anything. Always in the corner watching him, even in the most private of places. It was all part of his dream. Nothing is real. Maybe it is, maybe it is your imagination. He can't say it. Fantasyland. I already thought that I needed a psychologist, or perhaps even further: a psychiatrist.

Doing his daily duty, which was to visit his patients in their room to check on him, he finally forgot about the dream. There was only one patient left, and he left the other room, thanking her for being the last. He had not slept well the night before and he felt the need to rest. Carelessly, he looked ahead, and saw a black-haired man crossing another corridor that passed slightly before the last room.

He had ecstasy, he was the man of his dreams. Panting and freezing, he ran there, but when he turned into this other corridor, he saw nothing but a woman who was heading for the exit. Now there are more reasons to need a psychiatrist, or even a sanatorium. With her hands on her forehead, panting, she leaned against the wall to calm herself down. He had to return to where he started running to collect the papers that all fell to the floor during the "euphoria.

- I can't take it anymore! _ he said and let his body slide down the wall until he fell sitting on the floor, exhausted _ Why should all this be just me?

But at the same time, a new light appears: he cannot save himself, but his mission is to save others. With hope again _ albeit a little _, he got up from the floor and collected the papers, went to take care of his last patient, put a smile on his face. And inside the boy, he saw life. If he was struggling to survive, why didn't he?

So the fake smile, where his eyes don't shine, becomes real, cheerful. A new light in the eyes, hope reborn. He wants to fight for himself and he will. For though it is not a thousand wonders, life waits, people need it. Have hope for him. They trust him. And he has to instill confidence in them. And with a refreshing smile, she finished her workday, returned home.

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