her story

She walked, and walked. And she could hear the delicious sound of leaves crushing under her feet.

A cold, silver drop of water fell on her chest, almost reaching the neckline of her isabelline dress. She thought it was the start of rain only a second before she realized that it came from her forehead. Yes, she was sweating. It wasn’t due to the warm weather, though, or the pace at which she walked. She was nervous. Her expectations had grown over the past few days to the point of being barely bearable.

She looked up and couldn’t find the blue. Golden leaves were still hanging from hundreds of tangled branches; brown dry branches that refused to stop hitting each other. “A war of trees,” she thought. “At least they still hold on to one another...”

At the sight of grass, her heart started to race. She was approaching, finally, the end of the woods and the beginning of the park. A beam of light blinded her. It was a reflection from the pond. She stopped.

- What am I doing? –She whispered, bent on herself, her hands on her knees, while trying to breathe. –This is wrong... this is so wrong...

 A tear ran down her cheek.

The wind messed with her dress and her perfumed hazel hair as she stood up straight again. An unexpected refreshment ran through her soul. They say this happens when you are about to die.

Dying not always means the end of life.

Standing at the threshold of the park and with her eyes half-closed, she gazed at the other side of the small lake. A person was walking slowly, as if in a stroll, looking around.

She gave a few steps forward and now the 5 o'clock sunlight completely soaked her. The light green of the grass and deep green of the water mixed inevitably to form a sour smell that broke in through her nostrils. But nothing kept her from noticing that he had stopped and was staring at her. She started to tremble...

“At last.” He thought.

 

To be continued... maybe.