Ashkan kept walking, trying his best to block out all doors to thought in his mind. He wanted to enjoy the moment, the feeling was good. There was nothing more than he could ask for, he had a good fight and now he was feeling the cool breeze as it dried off the sweat on his forehead. He promised himself to wash up once he goes back. But once he is in the emptiness in his room with Darsameen, the memory was only going to return.
He halted seeing the soft petals fly in front of him almost as if they were calling for him to follow him. he raised his head to see the petals falling one after the other from the tree in the yard on his left. He stepped off the floor of the hallway onto the dirt of the yard. Enjoying the sound of his boots against the dam grass.
