- Maybe I am.
- Is that what you're gonna do now? - I pulled my eyes up. The wind blowing loose locks of hair into my face. - Reconsider?
In between cold tiny drops of rain, our gazes met. Her eyes were greener than the grass I had in my hand. Nature had the most singular creations. Effortlessly beautiful, even on the darkest days.
- I don't know. - her pupils trembled trying to get away but I held on to them.
The city line on the horizon seemed to wield great power over her, like a magnet hauling her attention constantly to somewhere else.
- That was my home. - glued to my skin, the wet clothes began to make me shiver. I held on to the air between my fingers to stop my hands from betraying me. - I grew up in that place. - right before my eyes I was taken back to that battlefield. The sounds. Images so clear I questioned if they really happened.. - I knew them…
