"I carry a beast, an angel and a madman inside me".
And who was I to steal her from those arms that today in front of me shelter and protect her from everything but her thoughts, because the thought belongs only to us.
like a ghost orbits every corner of the place I once called home, and which today, and which now was impregnated with the memory of Violet, her thought of love saved my cursed and unjust life, the lively taste of making her know love kept me alive all this time.
when Dietfried who cowardly belittled her and cut her life short to use her as a vile weapon, to see him rediscovering the humanity that together with Violet they had both once lost.
what are these coincidences of life that lead us to abandon those we love to generate a common good, the adventure of her life wrapped in the painful memory of knowing me dead.
the adventure of her life, if she were to wake up today at this moment to meet the gaze of someone whose heart today is simply broken.
"to understand another person, you must sink in the same waters that drowned him."
Dietfried opened his eyes, saw the silhouette of shoes walking away from his door, turned to the bed, the one where Violet was curled up, slowly got up taking his coat and a pair of shoes, to sneak away without waking her up.
...
He walked through the house, the fields and gardens but he only felt a familiar scent, like the trail left by a candle, he turned his eyes towards his brother's grave and placing his hand on the epitaph he let out a long sigh, deep down he wished Gilbert was alive, he felt it was unfair to win Violet's heart feeling that maybe she was confusing him with him.
"you have to fight for her... brother"
were the whispered words that escaped his lips.
And perhaps he had invented it all, perhaps it was he himself who, without accepting Gilbert's death, could disguise himself as Gilbert at night and roam the paramos of his home to torment Violet's heart and shake his own soul with lies.
He could do it just for the simple fact of feeling that what he felt deep down in his heart was not worthy of someone like him, and maybe it was the same internal battle that Violet carried inside herself, every day seeing Gilbert in Dietfried, the greatest torture in a woman's life.
As he turned onto the road leading home, Violet was waiting for him in front of the field of violets Gilbert had planted for her, their paths that had once dramatically met in life's most terrible circumstances.
Dietfried caressed Violet's cheek, the one he had struck mercilessly a thousand times when she was just a little girl, and today he wrapped her in fine fabrics, when in the past she only wore the rags he threw at her.
His knees gave way to the memories of her torture, he clenched his hands and buried his face in Violet's skirts and wept there.
He cried apologizing to her for all the pain he had inflicted, the very well named Poseidon among his peers was today leaving his throne to undo himself in front of this little woman.
Violet could not bear it, and fell at his side, both united by death and pain.
...
"A letter has arrived from claudia for Master Dietfried."
Gilbert is alive ...