"at least we live under the same sky."
Violet's heart was numb with doubt, the tension on the table was more than evident, you could hear Gilbert's heart almost bursting out of his chest, and Dietfried's burning gaze on Violet's elusive heart. At that table, that night no one could be at ease, Violet stood up in panic and disappeared down the hallway and hurried up the stairs, before anyone could stop her.
In her room, vines of doubt imprisoned her so small and innocent heart, she ran from one side to the other turning around, looking for answers, clutching her hands to her imprisoned chest.
She no longer knew, there was no certainty if when she thought of Dietfried she had thought of Gilbert, and she felt stupid, so stupid that she was ashamed to doubt the veracity of her own feeling. she wanted to escape, to get away from everyone and find a moment of serenity, where the eyes of the bouganvillea brothers could not find her.
when gilbert's hand squeezed hers and when his eyes stole hers in that instant a wave of fires began to rage inside her, and she felt as if again he would look at her as he had the first time, with fire as they began to burn.
Again, memories of gunpowder and pain dawned in his eyes dulled by war, and there where love was not supposed to exist, it blossomed amidst the blood and pain and grew, and was cared for as if there were no other like it, so powerful was his love. Thus, Gilbert looked at her, and thus could Dietfried Bouganvillea feel it from the roots within him, how fear nestled in his heart, how his soul harbored her in the face of the doubt Violet had imposed on his love.
Desperate, her eyes began to fill with tears, her hands began to move, she took off her gloves, unbuttoned her dresses, took off her shoes, undid her braids and fell on her knees crying on her bed, Dietfried had arrived after a long absence, after so many wounds she had waited so long for him.
Her heart darkened with grief; she stifled a cry of pain against her pillow until she fell asleep. The door of her room thundered open, but Violet was so tired that she let her guard down. Arms carried her to lay her down on the bed and before covering her with the sheets, Violet held her sleeping hand "Please don't go".
Those arms that carried her bare her cheeks with a caress, wiping the tears from her face with their hands. It was Captain Dietfried, who zealously entered without permission, just as he appeared to steal her heart. His eyes roamed over Violet like seagulls on the dock as he laid her down on the bed, and he smiled before stealing a kiss, Violet grumbled, shifting and snuggling into her sheets.
Dietfried turned off the light and as soon as the bedroom door closed he found Gilbert, thus reaffirming his love for her, even if he wasn't sure if she felt the same way.
"Our story ends here, but I miss you too much."
Their eyes crossed glances with disdain, jealousy and love, all mixed together, as if just for this day there had been some kind of truce, and if there is any truth in this story it was the one her eyes told; wishing that the circumstances had been different, that the scenario that rammed two brothers for Violet's heart had not existed, that in the first instance that feeling had never been implanted.
The guilt in his eyes was more than evident, Gilbert from the bottom of his heart wished he had stayed buried in that tombstone in that garden with flowers that bore the name he loved. But that same love that burned inside him and that made him take her away from him was the same love that kept him alive, no matter how many times he wanted to embrace death, no matter how much he wished for it, life stretched out its hand and held him, entangling itself in his heart.
He wanted to think that maybe life itself was giving him a lesson that he should never forget, never deny what we feel.
How right life was to give him that valuable lesson, he could still remember Violet's small round eyes filling with tears, shining with her smile and he imagined that maybe in another life, in another universe there were two people like them at that moment who could accomplished what he cowardly could not "accept his own feelings", and instead he simply buried his heart and murdered Violet's innocence with doubts.
and yes, fear was always more powerful and it is with fear that we make the decisions that take us to the limit, Gilbert's determination to show another meaning to his feelings, to take Violet through a back and forth of feelings just so that she herself could discover what she felt for him made those feelings turn towards the closest thing there was, his brother a brother who beat, insulted and denigrated that girl's courage by giving her to him.
Dietfried exchanged glances with his brother before disappearing down the stairs towards his study, Gilbert followed him, since he had arrived they had not exchanged a word.
