Courage.

- Are you okay? She said while helping him to stand up.

- I am fine. He answered undoing himself from her hands.

And walked on his own even when the doctor recommended him not to do effort while he’s recovering, but that was just how stubborn he was. She remained looking at him, asking herself: When will he allow her to hold him? When will he trusts her? She couldn’t even understand how she could wrong him so much for him to have that attitude towards her.

     - I am not mad at you. He said before she said anything.

     - I haven’t said anything. She said pretty softly.

    - Yes, but you are probably thinking about it since I didn’t let you help me. I want to do it on my own. I can. He said firmly.

    - I haven’t said you can’t yet it’s better if you don’t for now. She told him. But she thought many things she could never tell him, things that wouldn’t mind how many times she’ll say he wouldn’t take, because he was he and he couldn’t.

Because you can go around life dreaming and making yourself illusions of what you want, yet it doesn’t mean you can get it all; because, certainly, the most precious things are the hardest one to get… You can’t get them in an easy or a fast way.  Reality is not like fantasy.

     - Will you come back home tonight? He wanted to know.

     - If that’s what you want. She said while looking at the floor then he stopped walking and looks at her directly in the eyes.

     - Are you or not? He asked strongly.

    - I… I… I will. She said against her own wish, because even when she wanted to stay at his place nursing him she knew he wouldn’t allow her even when deep inside he would like it.

    - Okay, let’s go to the park for the rest of the afternoon and then I’ll walk you until the train station for you to leave. He said.

    - Okay. She answered.

They went to the park and saw the animals there. They stopped for long times to watch the lake in front of them and it was not even because of his inability, even when he was recovering he was as active as usual, it was her; it was cause of her the constants stops they had to do. She wished she could get some more time, some more time of his presence, it was maybe not much what she could get yet it was enough, it was enough for her as long as he was there and they were breathing the same air, under the same sky, in the same place… which used to be a certain miracle before.

They didn’t talk at all; she didn’t even try destroying the beauty of the silence since what she was going to say wouldn’t be as good as the silence itself…

Once night arrived he did as he said walking her to the train station and she left leaving him behind, looking at him and fearing deep inside for the distance, wanting to close it, wanting to delete those imaginary spaces between them both, trying to reach his soul, trying to help him, trying to save herself from the sadness of a new goodbye. But calming down with the single fact of seeing him one more time soon, cause no matter what they'll always have each other she thought.

But she was just daydreaming as usual and the silence was still better than anything she’ll allow herself to say, the silence was still better than anything he could say to distract her; because they both knew what they were thinking in, they just couldn’t say it aloud, they couldn’t speak it out, but why? Why? Because some things are better unspoken… because the fear the words bring is stronger and bigger than the little courage some words hide.