– “What is this?”
– “…nothing…” he whispers ashamed …knowing he’s in trouble.
– “What are you going to do with it?”
– “…something… for now… just look at it” he replies even if he’s thinking something different…
-“Why? What are you thinking? Tell me… I want to help”
He doesn’t answer… He can’t… as there are no words that can decribe the pain he’s feeling inside… the tears are not even enough… and he find himself wondering if the tears are there because of the pain or because he has just been caught…