What is the sea going to be like?

(15 minutes later)

KeiSky, felt: shake her body, -not precisely because of the touch and soft pressure of Bierny's hands-, but: her problems, surfaced: on the starboard bow and fin of her thoughts; to port tack and quarter of her feelings. From: Her Family Days! Suddenly, a sagacious: Bierny.

"Whispering in KeiSky's ear," Bierny, in a supple and energetic tone, said, "Honey, wake up!" –The strange thing was the unexpected answer, given by KeiSky:

- Potato! Are you?

-Nope!? -He said, Bierny, surprised, clarified-: I'm your friend: Bierny.

—Oh! Excuse me, Bierny. –He excused himself from his KeiSky state, saying-: I got lost, in your dynamic: Therapy! This to be: in front of the sea. Hey, Bierny: yes what happened: Snif! -From the eyes, from KeiSky: slight tears flowed, between sighs and sobs, from soft to deep, as in a release of things kept at the cost of pain. –Bierny, a little uneasy, due to KeiSky's sorrow, asked:

- Something happens? Why are you crying? –KeiSky, open a of intimacies of the heart, explained:

-This. I used to do it with dad, on cruise ships. When, he invited me, to accompany him. And we did: for ten long years. Until…? Suddenly he fell silent, his regret cleared and with more relief. He regained: sanity. -Bierny wanted to be a little reckless, as if measuring as far as I could tell, he asked:

- What happened? You were going to tell me something... -Not finding a prompt response from her, or signs of interlocution, hugging her around her waist and laying her on her chest, at the level of her ear, gently: he excused her.

-Understand. Don't worry: you'll find out! Are we friends or not?

-Of course! Yes, we are friends. She didn't refuse the shelter of her arms. Turning: toward Bierny, he looked at him confidently and said: Give me time to have the courage to say what ails me. –Bierny separated, as if respecting her decision to keep to himself: thoughts. And taking something out of her pocket. She extended her hand towards KeiSky, saying:

—Here: —Bierny, he approached her, a handkerchief: with hand-knitted edges, -his little sister did it in the school class, although his mother finished it-, The handkerchief: it was knitted with various colors of threads,! It was to laugh! Or in the case of KeiSky: to keep crying.

- What is? Is…!? Nice. How colorful! -And recovering, the spirit. She returned to her traveling woman state.

"Looking at Bierny, very sweetly, with a spoiled-girl look," KeiSky said, "Will you give it away?"

"Wow, you make it difficult for me." – He excused himself, Bierny. Although KeiSky defiantly turned his back on him, saying:

- Because? You don't want to give it away: Is it a gift from your girlfriend?

- Nope! –I don't have a girlfriend, she hastened to confess, Bierny, a little alluded, said: My sister and my mother did it. –KeiSky, not those young women, who accept a no. Not least, her father: she denied him something. -And it was, the first friendly contact of hers, of that nature, for that reason: resolved-. She took one of Bierny's hands and then her other hand, placed her handkerchief between her hands and closed them, declaring:

"Then take it, you better keep it." –Bierny, made a thread, of tensions typical of the innocent in her first love. Affectionately, she asks KeiSky:

"Really, did you like this handkerchief?" –Quickly, KeiSky, turned her back on her again, and she turned around, because, when she said:

-Yes! It is really nice. -Clarifying her reasons, she said sideways-: My mother, when she was a child: she used to make them for me, the same. And no more! Sniff. Sniff. –Seeing that her condition was becoming more melancholic. Both agreed: continue with Bierny's therapy. -Because:

KeiSky, her -she cried again-. Bierny: she returned to him, to give: the picturesque handkerchief. And since that time: KeiSky she kept it forever!

—They did it again: the marine therapy, in periods of one hour. Until, she came to them: 4 in the afternoon.

<And something terrifying happened...>

—They were parked, several hearses. At the edge of Plaza Graú. Practically: there were 5, then 10 more arrived. Meanwhile, as many floats: -they went around in circles looking for a free space-. These family visits: unexpected, to the beaches of the coast. They lasted for the number of funeral floats: between 15 to 20 minutes. Then they found out: they were given every day. It was already a common case: coming to the Malecón Grau. To, see: harrowing scenes of pain. Bierny wondered, in a not so low voice:

— What caused it? Why did they come to the beach?

"Wait, Bierny," said KeiSky. I see, what they do: Oh my God!

"What are they throwing out of a vase?" It is dust of: dead? –That integrity, caused a falter, in KeiSky, saying:

-I faint…! –KeiSky: She had to be held by Bierny! –Immensely embraced: Bierny brushed her hair with her agile hands. She admired him. He held her against her chest: as if wanting to defend her from everything.

—Minutes, later: KeiSky: reacted! Someone, who noticed her fainting: she approached and made him smell alcohol, it was a paramedic, who arrived with the relatives of dead relatives. —Alcohol, by the way: widely used in these pandemic times—: Bierny had her in her arms…

She opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on Bierny, for several minutes: as if wanting to look at the world through Bierny's eyes —KeiSky: she was absorbed by Bierny's warm and sure gaze. –To which Bierny:

—Instinctively, she kissed KeiSky's forehead, in relief. Why, KeiSky: he managed to react from her brief fainting. Bierny, he said to him:

- Are you OK!?

KeiSky I change her look! —A little, mischievous, she said to him—: In your arms? I feel better! Thanks for taking care of me. Please, let's get out of here. I think, for now, I don't want to go back to this place anymore. At least: not at this time!

-It's okay. Bierny said: I understand: this air is no longer pleasant: breathing. And out of respect, to those present: Let's go!

"Should I take you to the university residence?" —I ask, Bierny.

-Yes please. But: Let's go in a taxi! I no longer feel my legs. And please don't let go of me! Don't stop hugging me: Never! I beg you. KeiSky cried.

To KeiSky, -the pressure was lowered-; for what she saw do

the relatives: 'they threw, to the wind: the ashes, of their parents, of their children… Of a friend perhaps?

The problem for KeiSky, -is that it happened with his mother-. Arrived at the residence. -Although it was forbidden-: go up, to strangers: to the university rooms. A, Bierny: he was allowed: Up! Well, he was the landlord: acquaintance, of almost: all the students. –Al, entering the student room, which had the absence of his roommates, Bierny:

He laid her down on the sofa. –A, KeiSky's instructions, he prepared a relaxing aromatic infusion. And bringing a quilt: he covered her. And Bierny: he kissed her, gently on her forehead, saying:

Try to rest. –KeiSky, replied-: I will. But stay by my side.

In silence: -Bierny, I'll accompany you: until late at night- Suddenly: KeiSky's roommate arrived. Recently: Bierny, she was able to say goodbye to KeiSky and promised to return, -after a call from KeiSky.