Chapter 50 Confession Is Ii

• The fact that I had found the weeping willow, which I now knew the name of, the tree I had dreamed about for years, seemed like a sign that I was predestined to visit that place. And the painter was there... Exactly in that place, in the place of my dreams. There was no chance of it being a simple coincidence. And I was the kind of person who didn't believe in anything. But who wouldn't be impressed to dream about a damn tree so many times and one day dawn beneath it, being watched by intense blue eyes, the color of the ocean, that seemed not even real because they were so beautiful and perfect?
• I was between going and staying, having fun or trying to calm down. Everything about me has always been duality. I didn't have attachments to anything or anyone and when they said I was good at holding back emotions, I rarely mentioned that I didn't hold them back... I simply didn't have them. I knew that everyone had a good side and a bad side and rarely could any of them fail to show one of them. And I came to think that there was no good side to me... Because nothing touched me. It was as if there was only a rock in the place of my heart.
• And what seemed absurd to so many that I had lied about Professor Jax and his harassment, in the end I was kind of proud of myself because at the last minute I didn't report him... And for the first time in my life the side “ good” decided to appear. Fuck I blamed bitch Moana for all the media to fall on her. I saved Jax from prison!