For a little while, he gazed a sort of huge black hole that almost swallowed him, then he says:
“I know, I’ve promised you, but I couldn’t be there anymore…”
He had always had such a melancholy gaze, but never as clouded as in that moment and, before he could go on with his sorrowful discourse, I stumbled upon some words, but they were coming out meaningless. I tried to do better, but none of my words seemed able to come out: that huge black hole had swallowed me too.
“In one way or another, I will be with you”, he says.
“And me with you”, I thought.
And before I turned my thought into words, he was already gone.