""Come with me there where dreams are born, where time is never fixed..."

Her nose woke up before any other of her senses, palpating each and every one of the aromas before she could even think of opening her eyes and everything was a disturbing mixture between alcohol and blood; then she remembered the night before, that incident, those faults turned into scars. She opened her eyes, through the huge windows a little light was filtering in, her eyes wandered around the huge room, the shirt that smelled like blood was hanging on a small chair on an empty desk. She then felt a body rushing towards hers, she lifted the sheets and found huge arms wrapped around her waist, she turned and found Dietfried clinging to her with the vehemence of a sleeping child and as he snuggled against her chest, Violet found herself face to face with his metal arms and hands.

She opened and closed her fist and just that simple action brought a heartbreaking sound, she couldn't say it didn't bother her as she had gone so long without thinking about how she felt about her body that the feeling was just trapped in a bubble and buried in the deepest recesses of her mind.

She wished she could feel a caress given, could return with touch the sense of her emotions, but she was only a machine. Dietfried appeared in front of her, extirpating each and every one of her insecurities with a kiss that once again caught her off guard.

But a smile from the darkest and deepest part of her oceanic heart rippled over her cheeks illuminating not only the room, her skin bristled, her heart and her whole body shuddered, wondering how something so small and insignificant could provoke such sensations.

She watched as Captain Bouganvillea, leaving her perplexed, stood up with her hair in disarray and approached her to take the shirt that rested on the chair and asked her to please change the bandage on her wound again, without complaint and in silence, still perplexed, she sat up and walked by inertia almost as if she belonged there.

She undressed the wound and while checking the stitches she noticed the enormous amount of scars on her body, she had been so preoccupied dealing with her internal storms that she had never noticed that maybe there was someone who suffered even more than she did.

She wanted to touch him, but again her eyes sadly wandered over the reality that her hands were not as they should be, Dietfried simply took her hand and placed it against his chest. "Don't be afraid, you can never hurt me, violet", were the words that like beautiful sunflowers brightened the somber moment that afflicted her for no reason.

"Do you know that moment: when you are asleep but also awake, that place where you remember that you are still dreaming, there I will always be waiting for you?"

and for no reason, this little moment that she would like to call happiness became one of her greatest memories, there were no more mutilated bodies strewn over the fields, no more screams of pain, no more fire and cannon.

Violet was beginning to know what it was like to love in a world without war or soldiers. She carefully dressed the captain's wound; and helped him take his medicines, Violet walked towards the exit door, but not before being stopped by the captain's hand: "Do you have to leave me?", she looked at him in surprise at his question while her cheeks turned pink, Dietfried laughed as he opened the door.

She didn't really know, she had no certainties, only a vastness of doubts and questions; not knowing if what she was feeling, if what she was feeling was real, if it wasn't just a game that life was playing on her again. She didn't know if it was because of Gilbert that she felt this way about Dietfried.

So, with this uncertainty flooding her like vines, she returned to her room, she thought that a bath would clear her doubts, but she could still feel the captain's scent all over her body, confusing her more and more.

It was then that she decided to simply let herself go... and once again she found herself writing, writing letters to no one ...