"live, from the bottom of my heart, Violet, live."
Her eyes dimmed, I could barely see through the smoke of the firebombs, I lay leaning against the cold concrete wall, blood dripped through my fingers, no matter how hard I tried to stop the bleeding by pressing on it, the blood still stained the stairs and my hands.
But the wounds were almost painless, maybe I was ready to die at that moment, yes ... I was ready, until through the smoke of the bombing and the bullets I met Violet's gaze and I think it was the first time I saw her truly fragile. Her movements were clumsy and hesitant, so much that the bullets went through her body as easily as a knife slides through butter.
I don't think I'll ever forget that look of terror in his blue pupil, the machine gun fired its rounds until her arms fell away from her body, like trees being uprooted.
I closed my eyes for a moment screaming her name, she came to my side, her eyes fixed on mine, I could barely see her through the tears that blurred my vision, was this what she wanted so badly, was this the life I had wanted for her?
The answer would always be no. My free, mischievous hand slipped out to caress her cheek as it became stained with blood. Even in this situation there was warmth in her, she smiled, and that single action filled my distressed heart with a happiness that I could never explain with words.
But it destroyed my soul that she was smiling in the middle of this war, in the middle of the pain, how ironic!
"we have invisible scars left by the flames."
My fingers on her skin began to go numb, soon the strength began to leave me, as Violent looked at me with teary eyes.
"go away, leave me here" I wanted to tell her, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth, she was losing too much blood from her limbs severed by the machine gun, she tried to help me, but neither of us had enough strength, I pushed her.
"Live, from the bottom of my heart, Violet, live!"
I could see her lips moving in desperation, but I could no longer hear what she was trying to tell me and my mind wandered between the reality of imminent death and the day I gave that name to this little girl.
"I love you, violet" were the words that came out of my mouth surprising me too, she didn't know what love was, no one had shown her, not even me, DAMN IT! She would die here with me without knowing what that feeling was. I could not allow it, I wanted more for her.
"you must go violet, be free, live, because from the bottom of my heart I love you".
Before my eyes closed in front of her, I saw her back, that small back and her blonde hair moving away from me, finally she had obeyed, finally here I could rest.
"she will look for me, but she won't be able to find me, not where she intends to look."