"Hide your eyes my dear, for the world can see your heart in them."
And my words may have been too harsh for a heart like violet to resist or even understand. but it was a reality that my heart felt with every cell that made it up that violet's gaze did not see Dietfried but Gilbert. and I truly wished with every fraction of my being that she could see in these eyes someone who was not him, but who along with her had learned of the kindness and warmth of the heart.
if I think about it a little bit it is even ironic to realize at this point that both violet and i had been taught by gilbert. finally it was his fault that our paths with his death met again and maybe, and just maybe that red thread they call destiny was finally always tying violet and me together through him.
fate can be really cruel and take totally unexpected turns, as unexpected as the cold and calculating heart of captain Dietfried Bouganvillea could be changed by the very person whose freedom he cut short.
I felt the door of my room open, I was sitting on the seat in front of the window with only the moonlight filtering through the curtains, violet came in and without further ado she collapsed on my skirts squeezing her hands. I caressed her hair, as if we had shared this intimate moment all our lives, violet's body relaxed.
I wanted to treasure a moment like the memories that only a poet leaves carved in a book. and it was then that from those lips the words knew the sound that only she and I knew "gilbert is dead".
a tear rolled down my cheek and made its way to reach hers, violet looked up and her eyes like the stars that looked at me, witnesses of a pain that only one who has a twin would understand, she entangled her lips in mine, stealing my soul in a kiss.
"She held the moon, the same way she held her own heart, as if it were the only light that could guide her through the darkness."
her small body stretched to reach for a kiss, a nervous, pain-filled kiss, full of regret. this was violet leaving gilbert behind to find herself in the uncertainty of something new, of something that like her had walked the world searching for its place, trying to be more human.
Her hands tangled in mine, guiding me to the bed, she sat beside me and undoing my hair, letting each strand fall down my back, she kissed my forehead and undressed me to leave me in my bedclothes, her fingers roaming over the imprint of my wounds, her cold fingers over the metal.
She covered me with the sheets like a mother covers her child, caressed my hair and kissed my lips again before disappearing.
"Be gentle with me, for my heart hides too many wounds".
who am I to let you do in the face of my swell, who are you to decide to create a storm in my heart. and maybe that could be the first of the nights I dreamed of something other than war and pain.
this little warrior, she had entered and dominated my foolish heart since that day in the hospital. that night I didn't let her disappear.
I took her hand and asked her to stay by my side, violet disappeared through the door and after a few minutes the door opened again, violet returned all dressed in white, sitting next to me totally blushing she looked at me, I sat up a little and moved to the side to tuck her in my arms.
Neither of us spoke, only our gazes told each other what words could not, so that night we fell asleep, one in the other, totally surprised.
...
"I saw the world fall apart, like the moon splitting in two".
unnoticed footsteps strolled through the violet gardens, they walked along the paths and even left flowers on the grave that had no dead person on it.
those footsteps reached dietfried's room and disappeared as if they had never existed.