GUILT III

WORDS & MOVIES

Vertical ray of the sun, Anh Hung Tran, Vietnam, 2000.

Stupid teenage insecurity. It makes us moody; it turns us irascible and distrustful. And you are no exception. Any other way of explaining that beautiful act of loyalty?

Hey, you were a difficult guy, to begin with, yet he was always right there, standing your fits, your failures, your sudden changes. Did he ask anything in return? A couple of cigarettes, maybe. Your leather jacket, just once. I bet he never dared to ask for your motorcycle, and you will never know he walked, yes, the 5 km from your village to hers through the darkest night, and back in the early morning under the fucking cold of winter. This afraid he was of asking you. This much he cared about your friendship.

I won’t be easy on you: you just took your motorcycle and rode to the neighbour village. You have your charm, but why her? Why, from all the girls, you had to pick exactly her?

He was there, the whole time, frozen behind the wall, watching how you got in a single night what his many walks never let him achieve. In utter silence. Not to interrupt you, afraid of losing his only, sickeningly handsome friend.

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Cringed, by Desártico.