"Some fear fire, some become fire."
It was here the burning, raging fire jealously seizing a heart that was already at the time as fragile as weak glass, Dietfried's heart feared for Violet's actions that confused him to the core.
And by the time Gilbert regained consciousness on an infirmary stretcher surrounded by bandages, by the time he turned to see who the person was who was healing his wounds and watching over his health, he realized it was her, the one he had been running away from all his life. His eyes began to dilate and his body to tremble, from his mouth he tried to escape a choked scream and with his hands he desperately began to tear at the bandages on his chest, while his body twisted and thrashed against the stretcher. He pushed Violet with one of his feet and she slammed herself against the wall and fell down stunned in front of him, the housekeepers and butlers came in to help Violet trying in vain to calm Gilbert down.
And I don't think Violet will ever forget the look in his eyes, the darkened pupil of the major looking at her with despair, there was nothing there but shame and a lot of fears, founded and unfounded fears, a jumble of feelings thrown up disconsolately.
"She is fire and flowers."
And yes, she could be all that and much more, she was a natural disaster with scorching energy, that which no matter how hard you try you can never hide from. When the afternoon came with its orange mantle she returned to Gilbert's room, they say he had had a panic attack, she sat on the edge of the bed even though for her it was practically a dream that after all this time he was still alive.
Gilbert's hand caught Violet's hand and in a whisper that Gilbert had been waiting for all his life he told her "your hands are very cold", she turned her gaze towards him, but Gilbert avoided to fix his gaze and meet her eyes, because if that happened the fire would start again, he wanted at all costs to avoid being trapped in the universe of her gaze.
She was gunpowder
How to silence that which from your entrails everybody cries out, it was inevitable... soon the diagnosis of the major's illness came to light with new treatments that gave some hope, tuberculosis, it was a common disease in war and among soldiers, but the incurable disease that afflicted him was one that was unleashed the first day they crossed glances.
Violet was still deciphering her feelings, she had found a nest in a totally unexpected place and now appeared what she had never wanted to get rid of.
They say that when you have a bond with a person like a red thread it can never be undone, no matter where you go, or how many times you try to cut it, it cannot be broken.
that glowing jewel inaudible memory of Gibert's eyes, violet's blinding star, that to which she had chained her childhood out of obedience, that which she unknowingly Gilbert believed she bore as a blessed punishment.
To love her in the shadows and behind her back, his broken and brittle heart eaten away by worms of love to the most senseless cell, his hands destroyed that sometimes dared indecorously with a caress to brush Violet's fingers and trap themselves in a brief and eternal illusion.
an illusion in which their paths never cross as slaves of war, where the skies are not stained with gunpowder and the rivers run red with innocent blood.
The doors open suddenly, Dietfried enters the room with a crash, stealthily noticing Gilbert's fingers slipping through the sheets between Violet's fingers and convincing his head "it's not love".
and perhaps the heart of our little adventurer is torn between two very different loves...