"The world is full of monsters with kind faces and angels full of wounds."
Violet stood up hastily as if making sure of something, and I could tell by her actions that she was trying to visualize that Dietfried had not seen us.
She was still thinking about him, and he had gone as deep into her heart as a damned vine that no one had ever managed to eradicate, so deep had she allowed him to swim in the wells of her heart, snatching her away from me to the point that the pin no longer hung on her chest.
and yes, what a bitter kiss I had stolen from her lips, those from which for almost a decade I had escaped and now fled from me.
perhaps repentance exists, and if it does, it surely has my name carved on its body, on its hands, eyes and lips, perhaps it walks drawing my marginalized face along paths of fire.
and I watched her fade away as I returned to the mansion, escaping from my weakness, for even if I was regaining my strength, I could not follow her, each millimetric action was a bodily challenge.
since that day, my fingers run through the memory of the passage of her lips, only that is a balm for my sleepless nights, because the nightmares were constant ghosts...
until that fateful morning, Dietfried's gaze said it all, while the servants loaded my belongings into a large carriage, Violet, without looking up, without even meeting my gaze, sentenced my fate like a bullet straight to the heart.
"There is a hospital on the outskirts of the capital, a new treatment is managing to end the disease, father believes it is the be... "
I frowned in obvious displeasure and before he could answer I finished his sentence "... will you say dear brother what you think is best for you at this time."
as his gaze only followed hers and I could see the fear in Dietfried's eyes, being selfish for the first time in his miserable life.
And although I was dying inside, I swallowed my insides and that bitter taste, accepting the hard destiny ahead of me, once again without being able to see her, and perhaps on my way to an imminent death.
My body, my being if you could see it burning wrapped in bloody flames, like a dying phoenix being devoured by its own fire, calcining each and every one of my fears, I promised that I would return like the phoenix that is reborn from its ashes, I would return and spread my wings like flames of red and yellow sunsets.
There is no heart as loyal and perspicacious as mine, and even though I was far away, I was certain that that one kiss had caused its effect inside Violet, otherwise she could have looked me in the eyes and seen me leave, but she could not.
she hid her gaze from mine, for the burning seed of confusion had been sown in the form of a stolen kiss, she would wait for me again, because she doesn't know what she feels, because only with me she feels what she feels ...
"not all storms come to interrupt life, some clear our path."