I have this hope
In the depth of my soul
In the flood or the fire
You're with me and
You won't let go
(Slash' s point of view)
I told him how sorry I was.
He does not have a family, and I was such a stupid creature as to ask about that.
He lives alone under a bridge, man. Of course there is no one for him
Sometimes you do need contrast to realise how fortunate you are.
How grateful you should feel to have a family, a house, people taking care of you!.
I wanted to cry out loud, right there, but I did not want the poor human rat to see how vulnerable I can be.
He ate like someone who still returns from war: all desperate and hungry, with sheer sadness in his eyes and a never- ending melancholy.
Like someone who has already lost all hope.
What could I say?
Stupid lies such as:
-Oh, Billy, you will survive, you know?. Yeah, you will change your life. You will find a proper shelter, good food and a love.
It would have been so shallow and fake.
So, I just remained silent, like a witness to his fragile body incorporating protein after who knows how much time...
And I saw....genuine sorrow clouding his once beautiful facial features
And I felt like crap, mentally recalling how I usually complain about banal stuff.
Well, I am just a simple man, a teenager beloved by his mother, a loner who enjoys music and finds solace in his guitar.
Suddenly, I realised that the human rat was looking at me.
-Wanna walk?
-What?, I asked
-If you would like to walk. I do not know if I will have enough strength, but, anyway....
-Yes, let's go....
And we walked, slowly.
And we remained silent, constantly
His thin body trying to stay strong...his red hair hiding his tears.
I understood it all. No need for words.
It was too late, and I was not even afraid of him.
Not anymore...
He is clearly not an assassin, but a poor homeless boy.
-Can I come back tomorrow?. I mean, if you want to...Only If you want to....I mean...
I will bring you some clothes and food. I...I loved walking by your side, as well.
He does not answer.
Silence seems to have been his best friend in the last time.
It is reasonable: who are you going to chat with living under a fucking bridge?
I shouldn't care...I should be like the majority.
I should be in my bedroom, thinking about hot girls I am going to fuck soon.
I should not care about him...but I cannot.
-See you tomorrow- I said
He nods
I want to believe there is still some fucking hope.
I want to convince myself that he will survive
Yeah, let me lie to myself
I also need some hope to be able to survive this unfair, cruel world
I am sceptical but naive too
Let me, please, fool myself playing holy saviour of the poor rat.
I need solace from this tragic scenery, man.
I am just fifteen
I am just too sad
I am just sure I will fight even death if needed
Just fucking let me stay by his side
Until his last breath...
Let me stay
