The Journey (An adapted english language answer :) )

I am on a bus.
There are many scratches on the window. I count them. 

52, all in all. 52 weeks in a year. I would be giving up 36. But I'm not.
Outside, I can see life rushing by. Trees; Willow, Pine, 

Ash. They seem distorted by the speed of the bus. The people seem

happy, they smile and wave at me. The bus moves too fast for me to reply.

I look at the empty 

seat next to me, a constant reminder of what I'm

about to do. The sunlight shines on my face, and it creates

a haze of dust which hovers around me. Each particle

pointing. Accusing. It's finally my stop

, and I get off.

When my feet hit solid ground

the reality of my destiny, and his 

destiny, hits me. I walk slowly, 

savouring the last few minutes we have 

together. There's not a cloud in the sky, it's a perfect 

day, and I can see a single bird flying. It must feel so alone, 

there all by itself.
I look forwards, and begin the final stage 

of my journey. I hear high pitched shrieking

, so I turn towards the source. 

Toddlers, smiling, happy, on a climbing frame. The pipes so 

complex, with their intricate designs and their elegant curves. 

The grass seems fuller, more 

alive. Spring has arrived at last. I quicken my 

pace and move away from children. I guess I would do that anyway.

I must cross the road. On the other side, I see the 

building. The pedestrian light is red. So I stand still

once more. The building is a 

dismal grey, not a nice colour. The windows are 

new, double glazed and in contrast with the 

Gothic style of the building.

It is time to cross now. 

The light blinks impatiently. 

I take small steps, 

delaying the termination of our journey. 

9 steps exactly. I'm on my third, 

but not for much longer.

I walk towards the 

bland building. I stop 

at it's entrance, taking note of the people 

around me stare. How supreme I 

must seem. A mountain of defiance.
I take 2 steps forward. With the first, 

I catch the awkward glare of a 

young 

woman, who is leaving the building. 

With the second, I walk into her. I mutter 

an apology and look at her face. She's been 

crying. Will that be me soon?
As I walk into the building, the dark

hallway seems to engulf me, so that I and the darkness 

are one. I can see a 

young 

man sitting behind a 

desk at the far end of the hallway. I take

note of every detail before I march on. The floral 

wallpaper, the reassuring posters on the 

walls, and the too-clean creme 

carpet. I can feel the sunlight on my face as 

I glide forward. Please let this be a dream.
Every creak, every slow moan of 

the walls and the floor remind me of my journey. I have come this far, haven't I?
But I do not want to lose him.
As soon as I walk into that room, he is gone.
My darling, my beautiful baby boy.