This is a request, my first request (requied one years ago..) . The characters are of , a dearest friend here, that has support me very much and he has encouraged me to improve . I am sorry as to be so late ..I held a lot to this job and I have made different attempts before concluding it. I don't believe to have made well the idea of Philipp, but I hope that he likes mine "attempt." You can find here his story My Hate I warmly recommend it to you all, it is beautiful, sad and very emotional.[link]
ehm..sorry for bad english..

This si a extract of original story: My Hate


„You...“, he began, but I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
„How you dare to say that about Mom? She died and... and...“ I could feel my tears flowing down my cheeks, but I didn't give a crap about loosing face in front of my little brother. „And it's your fault she died!“ I had screamed those last words, and I felt indescribably relieved that those few words had finally been said. Then, after wiping off the tears, I realized what I had done. I could feel the blood leaving my face again and tried to make it undone, but the problem with words is that you can't take them back. My brother's face was as pale as mine, he was clenching his teeth and fists. And then he broke down. He cried and I felt that I made a terrible mistake. My hatred was gone after telling him about my true feelings which I had suppressed for such a long time, but for what price?
I didn't know what to do. First of all, I had never tried to comfort my brother. To me, he had always been a nuisance. Still, I felt guilty. As slowly as I could I touched his shoulder. He didn't really react, but I could feel him shudder. I couldn't tell if it was because of his tears still falling to the ground, or if it was my touch that caused this, but I couldn't stop myself from embracing him.
I really can't explain why I did this. I can't. Maybe it's just beyond my grasp or it is indeed defying any logic, but somehow – after releasing this accumulated negative feelings – I felt that I didn't despised him that much. At least not as much as I thought I did.
It took him quite a time to calm down, but when he finally raised his head, his tears had stopped. He looked in my eyes and I had the feeling that he pierced my soul. Still, his gaze didn't contain any hard feelings at all, rather the contrary. I must have had a real silly face back then, because he began to smile. Then, he whispered into my ear: „Because it's the first time you've been to me like a real sister. And what I said about family, I really meant it. And now.... now tell me the truth...“


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