"Maybe you should never have left."
Isn´t she was beautiful a doll without expression and even without a single gesture on her countenance her body was looking for him as if trying to return home, like bees trying to return to their hive.
they say that what is broken cannot be put back together again and maybe that statement in another universe could have reason to exist, but not here, not this place, not this instant. her tears on the paper soaked the words that came alive and emotion every time her fingers brushed against them.
and so yes, everything you read until today was just a vile and painful dream, fear and evasion to reality were always stronger and who was a damned coward, wanting to deceive the stupid destiny with a love story as false as himself.
Who in the beginning said that everyone would burn because that which was born inside his heart and that seemed a lie was a feeling so real that it seemed ephemeral to think that it could come to the surface without prejudice or curses.
That even if he looked at her against the light and out of the corner of his eye the guilt gnawed at his soul, that her war doll that when she was not covered in blood or breaking bones or truncating enemy lives, was beautiful. Like a priceless jewel, with her golden hair adorning her pale face, as she searched for a smile that by then still didn't exist.
"Hurting someone can be as easy as throwing a stone into a river."
The truth was crueler and more nefarious, as he walked in the middle of an autumn landscape, approaching the gardens of the Bouganvillea family, at the end a beautiful mausoleum stood and in the cold rock carved the names were.
Dietfried had lost his life before he could even marry Violet, his ship had been attacked and sunk in an unmeasured naval battle, the parents of both Bouganvillea having lost their two offspring perished in grief.
He took out of his pocket an old letter and turning it over in one corner the most famous stamp of those times, it was of a Doll, for during wartime no one wrote, and the Dolls had already become a legend.
he heard some laughter in the distance and a particular voice caught his attention, like a bumblebee attracted to flowers for their nectar, he followed the voices to the entrance of the house, two little twins with blue hair and green eyes came out to meet him.
his eyes widened, at the door welcomed him with a smile Violet evergarden.
"let it hurt, until it can't hurt anymore."
...Fin...
Final comments:
thank you for the good reception of this story and votes, I never know where to end my stories, but I think this story had no more room for more.