<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos had listened intently and carefully on every word Lea had said. It made him realise in horror that he had loved her all those years without speaking one single time about her past, about her upbringing. Had he really been such an idiot to miss the fact that they had never spoken about their pasts? In all those years they had avoided that topic completely, not only her, but he too and it never occured to him that something must be wrong with their pasts. With his past he could, no, should have guessed that she had some dark spots in hers too. Oh, man, Carlos was understanding more and more how many things he had done wrong with Lea. There was a lot he had to make up. <br/><br/>When she finally stopped, crying and not able to continue, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to his chest, letting her cry there. He knew that it was hard for her. Living through your memory alone is bitter enough, but telling it to a third person is the most difficult chore. Everybody who had to tell a shrink about personal problems knew about those problems.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, Lea, I won't look through them. There is no hurry to it, we have all the time it needs. You know me, know how I work and think, I need to get the feel and the picture behind it. I could look at all those photos and read all those clippings and it would only give me a small part of the facts. But only you can make John and Lukas alive, make me understand what they meant for you, what you saw in them. And I want to know them as you knew them. They deserve to be as lively to me as they had always been to you. I give you all the time you need to tell me all. I know that it can't be easy for you."</span> <br/><br/>Carlos held Lea to his chest and he wondered what might have gone through Sabrina's head the night after he had raped her on his bed. He had lain sleepless that night, wondering if the police would come the next day to lock him away for a long time. But what had gone through the head of this snobby, merciless bitch? Had she wondered why she had liked it? Had she regretted how she had treated him before? Had she wished that she could turn back time? God, they had been sixteen at that time and they had continued those crazy games until his mother got another job a year later. He had never tried to find out what had become of Sabrina. He should find her and he should apologize to her. He just hoped that he had not given her the one push you needed on top of the slide to go all the way down... in his memory Sabrina had been that sort of girl who would never have stopped until she reached the bottom. He suddenly had some very bad feeling about what might have happened to Sabrina...</div>