After all this time, always".
A smile, a bullet, a cross look and a trail of blood. And even if it was just for an instant I wanted, I wished that all that pain that flooded my soul would stop, looking into her eyes the universe and the infinite possibilities broke my heart.
It is true that Violet had sown a small and certain light of hope in me, one that I had lost thousands of years ago and that I used to think would never beat again, until I met her.
A war of sensations had unleashed this little being of light, with her starry gaze and I almost did not have the strength to fight in the real battlefield, because the fear of losing her was too great and without her life, my life had no sense anymore.
To forget her was never an option, to deceive her was a stormy path, but to get a life in exchange for a lie was the most sensible path that could emerge at that intransigent crossroads.
I will never forgive her look and her screams when she did not want to abandon me in that besieged bastille, I will never forget the look in her eyes and having given her a new meaning to her sad life.
She was the best kept secret of the militia, the sublime proud weapon and it simply sickened me, that for the world she was only disposable.
what I would give to have done things differently...
I wanted to stop it all, for at every corner I came to, her name was always whispered in my ear, I couldn't get rid of the news of her adventure, while I sought to hide and escape from her, she always managed to find me in the next town.
So from that boat, the breeze of a familiar place welcomed me and yet inside me the pain continued to make its way and without brakes, like a poison running through me the life was being taken away from me the closer I got to her port.
"What is stronger than the human heart, that the more it suffers, the more it survives".
The fate of her life between my hands, letting her heart slip through my fingers when my greatest desire was to hold it.
I can still hear her voice eaten away by the tears of ignorance so typical of a creature that has not yet matured, I can still hear her telling me that she wanted to understand, that she wished with all her being to know what it was that with my imprudent words I was trying to tell her.
and in each one of her fortunate steps, I accompanied her like a shadow, knowing love from different sides, like a mother loves her daughter before leaving, like a father remembering a daughter who has already abandoned him, like a lover giving his last breath while waiting for his beloved, like an unknown and shy love becomes implacable.
thus violet came to know the meaning of love through my death she walked for the first time on her own without an order, seeking her own path.
... and that destiny brought her back into Dietfried's arms.
how to stop these tormenting feelings that relentlessly make my being begin to burn from within and burn out of control.
Seeing her in his arms finding shelter was the sword that I myself thrust into my chest.