Skender didn't know where he was going. He just kept walking down the hill and then through the woods and continued further. The moon followed him above and the soft night breeze caressed him on his way to nowhere.
Words from the past echoed in his mind. Words Ramona had said to him. And he heard her laughter as well.
'Skender, I have met no better man than you.'
'Your happiness is my happiness.'
She had taken his hand, 'I believe in you.' she had told him.
Believed in him?
He remembered all the times, she had grabbed his face gently between her hands. All the times she had comforted him and all the times she had made him laugh. He tried to find lies in all of it. Tried to see it from different angles but it all looked the same to him.
