That made, nearly three hours that Annabelle waits in the corridor, when an intern arrives the morose air.
- Are you
his friend?
- Yes, why?
He requires of you!
- How is it?
- reserved Opinion! I do not know yet what a kind of poison it is, but it is malicious that one!
- Poison! It is not an allergy? He goes nevertheless…
there, I cannot nothing certify to you!
- What then I to make to help it?
- Already, see it! For all to say to you, it is perhaps the last time…
When She enters the room, Annabella has the tight throat. She wants to cry all the tears of her body. Her friend, she knew it three only from three days ago and she has the impression to have known him always. It must be the really friendship, a pure feeling, eternal, without other think. Approaching the bed, she takes the hand .A there she set close to her .At this
moment; Florence turns the head towards her.
Are you here? It is well! She says slowly with a hardly audible tone.
Annabella upset, submerged by the emotion, has evil to be contained.
- Yes, my darling, I am there! I would be always there for you… The world can collapse… I would not see, always… that you, my love. If it is needed, I would turn over the universe so that you would be happiest, the most cherished, the most adored…
With great difficulty, Florence murmurs.
… We would love each other from a long time, Annabella could we!
I will howl in the world all my love, all the love which I have for you at the bottom of the
heart!
The sobs went up to him, only, heavy, inexpressible, so much they are horrible.
Me, also my heart! Articulate with Florence difficulty.
the voice of Florence is tired, as if it already did not have any more life. Its breath is made less ample. Her eyes, almost empty, like so already, it was gone. She seeks Annabelle, as she does not see anymore. At this moment there, her hand tightens in a last breath the hand of Annabelle. In an ultimate effort, she manages to articulate, but it is almost incomprehensible, the tone is so weak.
- With - to re-examine… my liked! …
- Florence! Florence! Howl Annabelle.
But, Florence is no more here .She remains one moment to look her, the eyes full with tears .In the corridor, await the intern, a police officer, and a small lady, with a man.
- Good evening Miss!
- Good evening Mister!
I am the sergeant who must take your deposition. But good, that can wait tomorrow. You could pass to the central police station tomorrow in the course of the day?
- Yes… leave maintaining to me! She of a tired and raucous voice says him.