The Feelings Of The Heart (Short Story about Giving)

There once was a boy--not a very famous boy, but he was a well-known boy. He possessed a very rare type of beauty--the kind where you see at a park or a bus stop and never forget, but keep in your head for year to come.
He was absolutely gorgeous.

And he knew it, too.
How could he not know it?
He was tall and very good looking. His eyes were stunningly blue, the type of blue that rolls out with one single shade, no dusturbance of other shades but that one colour. His eyes didn't just hold beauty, it held the certainty of a happy person, a certainty of someone who knew how beautiful they were.
His hair contrasted to his light eyes--it was black. Very black.
It was the kind of black that reflected the blue-ish tinge when it hit the light. It was the kind of black that simply looked soft and wonderful, no matter how it felt.

His voice was also very moving--he could take something as boring as the weather and make it sound incredibly thrilling--espesially when his audience was of the female gender.
He was Carlos Deftin--the confident, good looking, popular, happy Carlos Deftin.

But this is where the story starts.
You see, it was on the day of August 24th at precisely two in the afternoon that Carlos Deftin was not happy.
It was on this precise day, on this precise time at this precise moment that Carlos Deftin sat near the fire, holding back the tears.
His mother had just died.

The next day at school (Tuesday), Carlos Deftin felt very awkward.
it wasn't that confident feeling of popularity that clung around him, it was a feeling of uncertainty--did he belong here? What did it matter if he was popular? His mother never was...

Whispers followed him everywhere he went, how could they not?
It had come in the paper--'Suicidal Woman Drives Off Cliff', the story was known--every one knew it was his mother. He was the son of the suicidal woman.
But the truth was, she wasn't suicidal.
She was a troubled mother, abused by her co-workers who had accidentally killed herself--/this/ was the true story.
No one was going to believe it though...

Carlos Deftin was a popular boy, he was respected. Carlos wasn't used to these whispering, he wasn't used to people walking away from him.
And he wasn't used to people verbally abusing his dead relatives.
It happened during the lunch period.
'Shame your mother had to die, isn't it, Deftin?' Called someone--Alexander Flegh.
Anger pulsed through the veins of Carlos, his head pounded from the very thought of punching Flegh.
'It did a good thing to us--suicidal people living amongst us...' He carried on, unaware of the hushing people around him--more aware of the attention he was getting.
Carlos didn't hear anything else--he couldn't. Waves roared in his ears; blood pounded and his breathing was getting quicker. 'Shut up.'
...
What did you say?'
'I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! SHUT UP ABOUT MY MOTHER! SHE WAS A BRAVER WOMAN THAN YOU WILL EVER BE!' Carlos yelled, lunging forward to grab at Flegh's neck--some friend he was, that Flegh.
Many people surrounded both boys and--forgive the cliche--all hell broke loose.


Detention--that's what you get for dislocating your friend's jaw.
Detention is what you get for standing up for your dead mother...

You would think Carlos Deftin would no longer be respected, but he was respected--/very highly./
He was the boy who stood up for his mother against his fake best friend; he was the boy who took all the whispers and rumours when he didn't know it; he was the boy who told the truth about his mother.

Many would think this story doesn't tell you how very good giving is--but it does.
You see, Carlos Deftin was a very selfish human being as well--he wouldn't risk anything for someone else if it meant it would ruin his reputaiton; his looks;him...
But for his mother, he gave it all away.
He ruined his reputation--for a short while anyway--as he stood up for his mother. He risked his life by telling the truth about his mother--he could have been put into prison for 'such lies' or murdered by one of the co-workers.
Carlos Deftin gave his mother something she had been craving since the day his father had died, since the day Carlos had given up on his mother, he gave her something none of ther co-workers ever gave her, something no one gave her.

He gave her true love--deep from within the heart.


Merry Christmas everyone.
Bea, if you're reading this, I miss you. That is all that I have to say because if I try to say more I might start crying. Are you okay?