The priest was totally in a daze. He was still transfixed on the landing beside me. I gathered my strength and courage. Then with a strange surge of bravery, I pulled at the arm of the priest. He suddenly awoke as if from a trance. I pulled him again, urging him to approach the two poor souls who were struggling at the foot of the tree.
He understood my message. Quickly he ran but stumbled along the way because he tripped over roots and stones. The struggle was one which I had never experienced.
Lightning was everywhere and the sound of thunder was getting louder by the second. My mind was num and I could not hear anything. My eyes were only focused at the pair of souls. My only aim was to help them in whatever way I could.
The priest was also struggling. Together we crept an approached them. Now we were facing one another. My heart sank when I saw the two of them. The boy was struggling to get up while the other girl was helping him.
'Love Story' and 'Romeo and Juliet' could not match the intensity ofd the scene in front of us.
"Help them. Help them." My heart cried out.
The priest understood or knew what was to be done. He took out the rings from his tiny bag and was about to say the prayers when another bolt of lightning hit the ground beside the four of us. We were thrown about, scattered like little rats.
We regrouped; the priest and me. The two souls were hurdled; hand in hand against the tree.
He understood my message. Quickly he ran but stumbled along the way because he tripped over roots and stones. The struggle was one which I had never experienced.
Lightning was everywhere and the sound of thunder was getting louder by the second. My mind was num and I could not hear anything. My eyes were only focused at the pair of souls. My only aim was to help them in whatever way I could.
The priest was also struggling. Together we crept an approached them. Now we were facing one another. My heart sank when I saw the two of them. The boy was struggling to get up while the other girl was helping him.
'Love Story' and 'Romeo and Juliet' could not match the intensity ofd the scene in front of us.
"Help them. Help them." My heart cried out.
The priest understood or knew what was to be done. He took out the rings from his tiny bag and was about to say the prayers when another bolt of lightning hit the ground beside the four of us. We were thrown about, scattered like little rats.
We regrouped; the priest and me. The two souls were hurdled; hand in hand against the tree.
