She slammed the door and left him in that dark room. Eyes full of tears and a heart buffing sighs as heavy feet carry the burden of restless years of his company. Her eye lashes mums for a last glance .She trebles of just thinking that she once loved him; that she gave him her heart .In that room lies her misery, her endless pain. Why did she know him? Just why ? She walks not knowing where to head. Away from the past or towards the unknown future. Is the world outside safer ? Yes , she left all the things that could remind her of him; everything. What her hands did not wish to hold ,her heart unwillingly carried. What her eyes forbidden to see again were permitted by her memories. She went through doors passing the gates of time .Echoes enchanted her with longing calling her back. Cold winds of the road came form under the door of the main gate. It shook her . Her senses froze as she came more and more to the door. She turned the key of the lock .The sound came hollow of any meaning." Unlock my jail ,open wide for my wings to unfold .I want to fly " . The gate gently revealed what hides behind the cold walls of loneness. The rays of the sun took her vision for a second ,it shade her with a flash of glory for the same amount of time ; she opened her eyes to find….
What she saw took her breath away. Her eyes went wild in the scenes, She cried and she turned back at those doors. They started to fade away .warmth came from the place she left him in. She went to her knees and placed her hands over her lap. " Noooooooooo" was casted high .higher than the wings of her first time seen garden birds could be secure in. The wind they made moved her brown hair as the sun washed it with refreshing showers of ray. She smelled the scents of roses ,tulips and gardenia .She creep on her hands and knees on the grass. Her legs were weak for years to stand. Was he blocking her to go out or was he afraid about her. He weak legs could not stand the sight of that beauty. The beauty of a garden he made for her. She moved like a child for the first time to walk. She dwelled with her eyes around the garden. He loved her so much and waited her to be able to walk alone .To leave that sick bed. The last time she came to that room it was a barren land, dry , lifeless.
Those days when he used to sneak at night were for her. Last night he had fever and she wished he was dead for keeping her between those walls. Hours and hours he worked for late nights.3rd of October is her birthday. It is the 2nd of October .The cold nights hurt his weak heart. There is a chair he made for her to sit ,there he placed swing for her hanging from an Olive tree, She turned back to call him. No sound , no move , she moved back to him. With another mind and hope . she reached him in the bed . she moved his hands . they were cold , she tried to warm them up , she failed , she called him , " wake up. Wake up " He did not answer . He did not wake up again. Her birthday came with her sitting in the garden ,he made for her