"How can I forget you, if you're still here..."
A voice inside her like a fire raging out of control burned everything around her, the tranquility of a life that had managed to head towards a glimmer of normalcy with Gilbert's sudden return to life made the feelings that had nested for Dietfried in Violet's heart flutter like a flock of confused birds not knowing whether to migrate towards the horizon or stay in the comfortable place called home.
Violet had found a warm comfort in Dietfried's arms, who covered her with his whole body, and cooed to her as if she were a little girl... and yes, she was, a little girl who played at war without even knowing what war was, a girl who unintentionally touched the inanimate matter of a man who was not capable of fending for himself, a man who decided that his destiny was the will of his family, to save his brother.
When she woke up, she found herself in a huge room that was not hers, for Gilbert had taken possession of that room, he had always been the original owner of that place, Dietfried had moved her in his arms to his own room, leaving her on the couch in the main hall.
She heard voices arguing and through the door of the room she could see the silhouette of Dietfried holding Gilbert, a trail of blood flowed from his lips, Violet's eyes widened, Dietfried bent down to hold him while Gilbert tried to find the strength to hold on "I won't let you" were the words that came out of the older man's bloody mouth.
Dietfried turned to Violet, who quickly closed her eyes so as not to be discovered, she slowly opened her eyes again, Dietfried tried to avoid the question trying to help him support himself so he could return to his room.
"I'm going to get her back..." were the last words that choking in his throat her lips uttered before vomiting gushes of blood, Violet shed tears that night before she managed to fall asleep battling inside with the flames of uncertainty that gnawed at her.
Gilbert leaned the full weight of his small, whimpering body against Dietfried's shoulders, crossing an arm around his waist Dietfried dragged him to his room, the state of Gilbert's illness was not favorable, on the contrary it was beginning to worsen.
"Eyes don't know how to keep secrets"
he could in his blue pupil find the fierce determination he once witnessed cherishing as a child, and her words bristled not only his skin, but every cell in his body, the insecurity of seeing his victory tarnished by Gilbert's return came back to haunt him even though he had promised himself not to feel dejected, but it was inevitable for him to feel his love inevitably fading.
but those are the thoughts of a desperately jealous man, when at the very grave of his brother he prayed for a fair fight for the love of violet, and well what an irrevocable decision he had made that god himself had found a way to bring gilbert back to life again.
Dietfried went back into his room, Violet was no longer in the armchair where he had left her, he looked out the window to see her under that tree admiring under the moonlight the splendor of the field that bore her name.
At the same moment that Dietfried was admiring her, Gilbert was doing the same from his terrace, the moonlight reinvigorated him with energy that he thought he was losing with every breath, when you have nothing left to lose, when time is no longer in your favor, that's when brave people are born, so many years growing up as a damned coward and reaching these instances to face their biggest mistakes.
But they say that hope is the last thing to be lost, he knew that even inside Violet still loved him, maybe there was still a small trail of smoke burning in some region of her heart, one that only needed a little breeze to ignite and set fire again to the forests that Dietfried had sown in her. She knew it was so, the heart when overwhelmed turns to what always gave it strength, and Violet had run to the one place that when her heart felt weakest gave her strength back, the meadow Gilbert had planted for her, the one she only came to know after so long.
"Cages are not made of iron, but of thoughts."
nothing was entirely certain, not when the declaration of war had already begun, not when Violet's heart was to both Dietfried and Gilbert an unknown ocean.
And they were both willing to set sail on it, without return...