Interlude

The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and hold them in the right scale of values.

- Norman Thomas

(This interlude happens after the prologue chapter. If you forgot what happens in the prologue, you may read that chapter again). In Times Of is a poem by Kit McCallum.

The white clothed man returned to the veranda bringing two empty cups of tea and a pot with him. He sat next to the woman, and poured the tea to their cups. "Thank you" The woman slowly drank the tea as the man followed.

"It's lovely here isn't it?" The woman calmly said seeing the garden.

"It's always is" The man replied with an honest smile. The woman passionately looked at his eyes, trying to feel his heart. "What is it, my love? If you have something to ask, feel free to do so" The man said as if he understood what her woman's want.

"Sometimes, I wonder if….you ever regrets doing your deeds back then. Until now, I couldn't help myself thinking about it everyday. Every night in my dreams, I wonder if you…ever regret meeting me for the second time. Because that was when our lives changed….forever" The white clothed woman voiced her mind with guilt inside it.

The man didn't answer directly. He looked calmly to his woman's eyes and replied,

My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.
It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...
Yet finds no direction.

My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...
Yet it somehow eludes me.

My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...
Yet they cannot see the light.

My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...
Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.

My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.

My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses intense questions that demand answers ...
Yet there are none to be found.

My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ... remains intact.

The woman couldn't help but makes a little smile listening to his man. She understands what he meant with the poem. "That was enlightening" The woman spoke. The man slowly stood and approached his woman.

"There's not a single second and I think there will never be a single second, where I regret meeting you again, seeing you again, because that's what I chose. What I believe I destined to be. I lived for those days. And now, we live, together, as a family, because of those days. I have no regrets. Not even the slightest one" The man ensured his woman and gave her a warm kiss on her forehead, showing his love.

"Now, let's concentrate on finishing your poem, shall we?" The man asked the woman as the woman nodded.

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I added this chapter because I feel it was important to remind the readers about the prologue, because it will eventually becomes a big part of this story. The newest chapter will come out after two or three days, just be patient. I found it hard to write about the true war for the first time. I really need to learn more!! (^^)

OK, see u next chap.