"There are people who cannot live without war."
Violet was one of those people, even now I can feel the scent of gunpowder in her golden hair, the scars of crossbows and swords incarnating on her skin like vines, but all those things are reduced to ashes, we ran this world with indelible wounds and destinies that without forgiveness made us burn.
the adventure of her life told behind my back, the hidden truths so that she could know love in the only way she found possible, because people are not people but for the experiences that each one lives, and from the bottom of my heart I wanted her to live and love.
and on that road that was cemented with flowers and springs, she found the way to grow and mature, to extend her roots and to know the world, to see how it opened before her eyes, just to show her that life always finds its way through all the pain and that no one else but her was the owner of her destiny.
today her eyes are mine to rejoice with the firmament, today her caresses are the anesthesia that numbs my demons every night.
there are people who cannot do without war, Violet was one of those people, and it was the war that took her to my arms, and it was the war that took her away from me in an instant, and it was the same war that took away her hope and survival, it was the same war that knocked again on her doors to take away a love that she had built with her own hands...
and I promise to take care of them in the same way that this love for her survived thousands of wars...
"And in the midst of all that chaos, you appeared..."
you appeared, touching the sun with your bare hands and drawing stars in the sky of a broken life, you calmed the storms of a cornered heart, you built a house around her eyes and you stayed there, as ships stay in the harbor waiting for their captains... and you smiled as children do every winter when the snow falls.