Lying on the floor with no possibilities of breathing, he saw me approaching him... He moved a little but the pain was too strong for a run... I putted my hands on him... and he shivered for a few seconds... Trusting, he let me heal him, he let our energies feed until he was confortable, until he could breathe again... His sad eyes looked at me but his expression of fear and desperation was not towards me... His wise and old eyes were tired of feeling weak, not heard and not cared for... No one respected him... In his eyes was a question... a question with no answer and hurtful: Why?
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