Bright lights around this single point, where his crashed motorcycle is. The police with their so hated uniforms and their threatening cars around Pollo, lying there on the floor, without the strength to laugh, joke, to fool around, to say stupid things. People looking, police and doctors talking. But none can see or measure all that is gone. Step folds above the silent, caressing the face of his friend. This gesture of love that they never did in so many years of friendship. Then, between tears he whispers: ‘I will miss you, I know I’ll need you’. And only God knows how sincere he was.
(via itseverdeen)
