I Will save you E-Book

Mauro Ferru

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Una storia d'amore che va oltre i confini umani. Rebecca e Pietro condividono una vita felice, seppur costellata di difficoltà, grazie all'affetto che li unisce e all'amore incondizionato per i loro fedeli amici a quattro zampe. Quando la giovane Rebecca si ammala, Artù, il suo adorato Terranova, la salva e la aiuta a guarire con il suo affetto. Alla morte di Artù, Rebecca è convinta che la sua anima gentile si sia reincarnata nel cucciolo Aaron, accorsa nuovamente in suo aiuto. In questo romanzo ricco di emozioni, i protagonisti dimostrano come l'amore che unisce un essere umano e un animale possa andare oltre ogni limite e confine. Una storia di speranza e rinascita, capace di commuovere e far riflettere sulla forza di questo legame speciale.

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Contents

Titolo

Diritto d'autore

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part II

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Index

Guide

Copertina

Index

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Mauro Ferru - Gabriella Gentile

I WILLSAVE YOU

Title | I will save you

Author | Mauro Ferru - Gabriella Gentile

ISBN |9791222784779

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Preface

Our existence is a journey marked by moments of light and shadow, by joys that overwhelm us but also by sorrows that often seem insurmountable. And we seek meaning, an explanation for everything we experience.

This same journey is undertaken by Rebecca and Peter, and we accompany them, managing to enter into an extraordinary harmony with these two sensitive souls, to suffer for them, to rejoice when happiness pervades them.

Theirs is a story of rediscovery and rebirth, narrated in a freely diaristic form from the female point of view. In fact, we tiptoe into Rebecca's life, into her intimacy, flipping through the intense pages of her life. We grieve for her painful past, where she has buried difficulties and memories, and we hold her hand when she realises she is ready to move on, when she realises that facing her past is the first step towards healing and liberation.

Pain has indeed always permeated her existence, but now there is love seeping through the cracks in her heart, awakening hope in her, the energy to go on. It is a love that goes beyond all boundaries, that can see the beauty in the human soul, that has transformed her into a different, stronger, happier woman.

Pietro is her great love, a man who would like to try to go unnoticed but does not succeed because he immediately strikes us with his personality, but also and above all his big heart and empathy. È ready to sacrifice himself, to do anything for the woman he loves with a disarming purity, without letting himself be held back by a gnawing illness or even the many adversities that glide over existence.

We immediately realise that they are two people born to be together, because they have a connection that can overcome any obstacle constructively, ready to thrive over time. In fact, their love story is often challenged, even in its infancy, by retrograde conditioning or the inability of other people to understand the intensity of their union. Yet they let their hearts do the talking and never let it get them down: instead, they seize the various opportunities as opportunities for growth, introspection and change.

But I knew that they would not react well, that they would not accept so easily my long-distance relationship, born by chance between hospital wards. How could they understand the preciousness and beauty of a relationship that had blossomed in such an unusual way? It certainly wasn't my elegance or charm that had caught his eye, since he had met me in pyjamas, slippers and cropped hair. But there had been a chemical attraction and understanding between us right from the start. I couldn't explain it to them in words, and anyway I was sure they wouldn't understand. It was just the way it was.

But Peter and Rebecca are not united by a bilateral love, because their family is made up of other members: along with them are two Newfoundlanders who accompany them in their daily lives, filling them with unconditional affection.

The two dogs are the very representation of love in its most authentic form: that which gives, without necessarily expecting to receive something in return. Their presence in the days of Rebecca and Pietro is a balm for the soul, the healing to the wounds that have accumulated over the years, the exhortation to go on between doctor's visits and hospital stays, a proof of loyalty and unconditional love.

Of particular importance is the bond with Arthur, a special dog who was Rebecca's true lifeline and who appeared in her life somewhat by chance, accompanied by subtle messages that the world had left behind. A being as sensitive as she is, sweet and faithful, who turned her existence upside down and who in this work is portrayed with love and dedication, painting him between the pages as a hero, a good and pure soul. A way of honouring him, of imprinting his memory on paper and thanking him for all he has done and will continue to do for her.

I loved Charlie immensely, but I could not give up Arthur because the feelings that bound me to him went beyond love. He had saved my life, had been at my side during one of the worst periods of my existence and had done so with a naturalness and understanding patience that was the envy of most of the human beings I had met on my path.

Gabriella Gentile and Mauro Ferru have succeeded in describing the bond between humans and dogs with great tact and intelligence, without ever establishing a hierarchy between the breeds. What we see establishing between the protagonists - human and four-legged - is a profound connection that manifests itself through signs and sensations that go beyond the tangible and human understanding, and that is nourished by a strength that surpasses appearances. The two Newfoundlands are described as human beings because the two authors go to great lengths to emphasise their importance, to show the extent to which they are endowed with feelings and emotions, the same soul as people, and how beneficial and necessary their presence is to life.

The bond that Rebecca and Peter establish with Arthur and Charlie is in fact based on love, trust and mutual understanding. An unreserved bond that soothes worries and nourishes the spirit. Thanks to their two Newfoundlands, the young couple learn important life lessons, to face the challenges of everyday life with greater strength and courage, to look far beyond the horizons of existence.

I will save you is a sweet and gentle novel that shows us how souls that are meant to be together always manage to find each other and save themselves, how bonds are stronger than any border or obstacle, no matter if it is between two human beings or with another living being.

Gabriella Gentile and Mauro Ferru have succeeded in drawing on their personal experience, delving into precious, often certainly painful memories, and offering us a story that warms our hearts, that touches on delicate and important themes, that leads us to love all the beings around us, but above all to never stop believing in the possibilities that life offers us, even when everything collapses on us.

Chapter 1

23 December 2014

That night the intermittent patter of rain on the shutters did not let me fall asleep, but I knew perfectly well that my insomnia was caused neither by the howling wind nor by the driving rain. I lay there, motionless in bed, my eyes wide open, listening to every single noise, not because I was afraid of anything, but because there was nothing else I could do. I brushed against Peter's leg, but he did not move. He was sound asleep and even his heavy breathing confirmed this. Just as well, I thought, since at dawn we were leaving for Livorno, a long and stressful day trip there and back. I wouldn't even be able to relieve him at the wheel because of my leg problem, so I felt calm seeing him resting peacefully. I listened and also heard Charlie's heavy snoring, lying on the large soft carpet in the lounge.

Everything was quiet, except for the bad weather that was raging like the sadness I had been carrying inside me for days. Who knows if that trip to Livorno would have changed anything or if it would have turned out to be just a waste of time.

I thought and thought again of the suffering of that last period, of all the problems we had faced not only in the last few months but in the last few years, and of the fortitude and hope that had driven us to never give up. After all, my life had been an eternal struggle for survival but, since I had met Pietro, I had finally been able to share the burden of my situation with a special person, a man who truly loved me for who I was, despite all the difficulties. And even that trip to Livorno had been improvised, decided in a hurry following my instincts that told me we could regain our lost happiness there. In those days everything seemed to happen according to a well-defined logic, perhaps the logic of destiny. And even the contact that Peter's friend had given us had fallen from the sky on the very day I had told him that we should find what had been taken from us only a few days before. Because I still felt his presence, I felt that somehow he was among us, that he was not really gone. He had only changed his appearance... and Peter supported me because he believed in my intuition, he believed in me, so he agreed to look for him again.

I tossed and turned in bed in search of some peace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was just over three hours to the alarm clock. I had to try to rest at least a little, otherwise I would have been too tired and would not have enjoyed anything of that important day. I tried to calm my agitation and finally began to feel my eyelids heavy, my eyes tired. Sleep suddenly came over me.

I was looking out on the balcony of my house, the sun was shining high in the sky and I was looking around a bit bored, until a woman with long red hair walked by with her dog. I looked at them, stood still for a few moments and then started shouting: 'Arthur, Arthur! That's Arthur! He's the same as mine!". The woman turned and flashed a smile while the puppy - oh, that puppy - turned towards me and looked at me with sparkling eyes. It was really him, I was sure of it. But suddenly, there I was, catapulted into the car with Pietro... the car stopped in front of a house I didn't know. Pietro smiled at me, then took me by the hand and we approached the front door. It had started raining heavily, the sky was dark and gloomy, some thunder even made our umbrellas vibrate. We knocked hard and waited. A few seconds of waiting and a tall lady with long red hair opened the door with a smile. Peter and I dashed inside, cold and wet as chicks, taking no notice of our surroundings. The woman introduced herself with a warm handshake and asked us if we wanted a good coffee to warm us up. I didn't feel like it, I wasn't at all interested in wasting time on useless pleasantries, but Pietro nodded and she led the way down a dark corridor that led to the living area. She sat us down at the kitchen table and I was really impressed by the strange ambience: the whole kitchen was covered with small antique pink tiles, very retro, I had never seen anything like it. Even Pietro seemed stunned by that daring choice because he glanced at me with that typical questioning look he shows in strange situations. The woman prepared the mocha, then placed three cups full to the brim on the table. She also asked if we would like a drop of milk, but how could we say yes when the coffee was already about to overflow?

She sat opposite us and we sipped our coffee withoutsaying anything, until she broke the silence.

"May I ask why you have come such a long way? Was there no one in the area who could give you what you were looking for?" That question bewildered us, it seemed to make no sense.

"Probably so, but a friend gave me his phone number and... let's say this possibility fell from the sky out of the blue and we thought it was a sign, you know? There would have been no point in looking elsewhere, he was the one who found us, not the other way around,' Peter had replied.

"Oh, so you believe in signs of destiny?" the woman asked curiously, without an air of mockery.

"Let's say yes. We have more than one reason to believe so, and again our instincts told us that we would certainly find what we were looking for here,' I replied.

"Well, what can I say then, your destiny is right here beside you. When you are ready..."

The woman pointed with her head to a small hidden corner of the kitchen. As we turned in that direction, we realised that the sun had come out, a strong, warm sun, set in a sky so clear it looked painted. The rain, the thunderstorm, the cold, all had suddenly ceased, without us having had time to notice. I looked outside once more and felt an overwhelming urge to see him, to take him in my arms and catapult myself into the garden with him to play and hold him to me under that blue sky. I would have found again the lost happiness, the unconditional love, the absolute faithfulness, my psychological and physical care, the carefree joy of the last years together. I would have regained a piece of my life, the piece that had been torn from me two weeks earlier.

Suddenly I heard it. I heard a moan, almost a cry. He was calling me, I was sure of it. I looked at Pietro, but he seemed not to have perceived anything because he continued sipping his coffee without even turning around. The woman on the other hand looked at me and I think she had intuited my thoughts, because she did not wait any longer and confirmed my sensations.

"He's a bit agitated... I think he realised that you are here for him," he said.

It was only at that moment that Peter became aware of the soft moaning coming from the opposite corner of the room and gave me an eloquent look. Why wait any longer? He was there waiting patiently for our embrace, a caress, a sweet word. And there I saw him, at last: a dark wad of fur, squatting on an old stuffed chair in a hidden corner of the kitchen.

Peter put down his cup and slowly stood up, returning the smile of that woman who seemed to have guessed much more than we had told her. In the meantime, the whimpers, from light that they were, became real whimpers, as if that little three-month-old had perceived our intentions and our approach. I felt the agitation pulsing through my veins.

"Are you ready?" asked Peter in a whisper, almost.

"I... well... I'd say yes," I replied with a hint in my voice.

I kept looking at the puppy, but despite the overwhelming urge to reach for it, I could not move. I was completely stuck, as if nailed to the chair. And the more I tried to unlock myself, the more I felt trapped in that position. No words came out of my mouth, my body did not react to my commands, my anxiety grew. The woman looked at me and smiled one last time. Then total darkness.

The alarm clock suddenly rang and the dream dissolved like a soap bubble. My heart beat wildly and I stood still for a few seconds, out of breath. I stretched out an arm and turned off that annoying metallic noise that had brought me back too soon, and at the most beautiful moment, into the real world. I waited until Peter decided to open his eyes. I was tremendously tired, but the excitement and the desire to leave were so strong that the tiredness seemed to vanish all at once. As soon as he heard our voices, Charlie rushed into our room to say good morning. He laid his beautiful face on the duvet and let my hand gently caress him. I loved Charlie immensely, but I could not give up Arthur, because the feelings that bound me to him went beyond love. He had saved my life, had been at my side during one of the worst periods of my existence and had done so with a naturalness and understanding patience that was the envy of most human beings I had met on my path. We stayed under the covers for a few more minutes, just long enough to wake up without trauma, then we realised that it was time to get up if we wanted to get back by nightfall. We took care of Charlie, took a morning walk and fed him, then hit the road.