"She was a rose, to those without any will to care for her."
What a twisted mind decides to willingly annul its existence in such a cruel way just to give her a new chance at another life. who in their right mind would choose darkness and a life in gloom to see a flower grow...
but if it had not been this way Violet would not be who she is today and although my feelings for her are as strong as the first day, and although she has returned home, I must continue to hide, for her sake I must remain in the dark.
even though I cannot get out of my head the memories we shared, that implacable gaze looking at me between the trenches, her eyes so incredibly deep hiding the secrets of the circumstances of her life...
I must walk away, leaving no trace that she could even try to follow, until one day something or someone stops her and gives her what like a coward I ran away from.
"People will do anything, no matter how stupid and absurd, all to avoid facing their own souls."
Claudia looked at me stunned, his eyes filled with tears and as he walked towards me I stepped back, I knew he had taken violet in my favor and from a distance I asked him not to say anything about my existence and I disappeared in the crowd of the port.
I traveled through places of my life with violet in this place, the fair where I got her that one thing that she willingly wanted to make her own, those roads we traveled together and where I saw her blossoming.
here where a love was born that I never thought could mature inside me, in this land, in this very land Violet sowed a seed that made me breathe again, that made me desire life more than death.
She changed that cruel destiny that every day I fought to take my life, she gave me hope, the one that made me go more cautiously to the battlefield and I was afraid to lose her in the middle of grenades and swords.
Maybe in another life we can be together, maybe in another life I would have taken a different path, I would have accepted my feelings and I would have been more sensible with myself and with her.
...
but her smile that was magic to my eyes and her constant presence that rejuvenated my heart were both antidote and poison. I can't stop reliving her look that day when she said that that jewel in her hands was like my eyes trapped in a crystal and the fact that she wanted to treasure that object for the memory that flooded her made this feeling grow madly inside me.
Every time I see her in my dreams something inside me burns through every particle of what makes me human, it spreads like an accelerating liquid and burns my cells down to the tiniest one like a fire out of control.
And by the time I awaken from this delirium within myself, I find myself facing the garden I once planted in his name, and my family's home before my eyes to my horrible surprise, habit taking me to the place I so vehemently wished to hide from.
"The world breaks anyone, and then many are strong in broken places."
from the terrace I could see a silhouette rise, and a braid flutter in the wind, it was my brother Dietfried and I could see his countenance as he recognized me from such a distance, then behind him Violet's unruly hair peeked out, it was time to escape again, I had already made a blunder.
I saw how my brother's silhouette quickly disappeared perhaps to catch up with me, and it was then that I ran away from that place, getting lost in the forest back to the darkness.
...Dietfried...
In the distance in the fields a man with an eye patch and a glove was watching us, and for an instant our eyes met and something inside me clicked, like a snap the memories were activated.
"Brother" was the word that came out of my mouth, as violet peeked out from behind, I had to check, and I ran down the stairs like a madman, I opened the door slamming it against the wall and went out.
In desperation I watched as his silhouette was quickly lost in the thickness of the nearby forest, I'm sure it was him; it couldn't be anyone else but him.
"I saw the world fall to pieces, like the moon splitting in two".
I felt it in my guts, even inside the smallest cell of my being, I fell to my knees right in the place where from the house I had been able to observe him, Violet appeared next to me, and I could not raise my eyes, I was ashamed to find her eyes in mine and see the horror in her gaze.
but she turned to me, I looked up and even with her red cheeks covered by the path the tears on her face had taken, she smiled at me. I sank my face against her skirts hiding my tears from her eyes, while her fingers dug into me comforting me.
Was I really worthy of her caresses? for whom was I crying that day?
In another life, perhaps we would have found ourselves as strangers looking at each other from one end to the other, ignorant of this parallel world and this crossroads that afflicts us.