He
looked carefully what he had in front of him. He started to stink in his thoughts and
everything started to become darker and darker. Bad remembers, things that
tortured him. Everything was going fast and slowly: the wind felling a leaf,
the wind through the woods, the wind inside his chest… Then he understood what
was happening. Everything was wrong because he was wrong. He couldn’t breathe,
he was suffocating, so he kneeled down and do what she had always had told him.
Keeping his mind blank wasn’t difficult in normal situations, but with
everything he had lived that day… it was nearly impossible. Then he started to
do what he didn’t use to do, think about her. He could see her ocean blue eyes;
he could smell her favorite perfume as well as feel her slowly breathe.
When
he opened his eyes, his breathing was normal and his heartbeat was stabilizing.
He knew she wasn’t there, but he could feel her pride, he had been really fast
this time. He had to focus on where he was in order to keep on until another
episode happened. The walking wasn’t so bad; however, his progress was slow because
he didn’t want to make any mistake.
The
day was getting to end and the light was going out. Quickly, the sky would be
full of stars and the forest would sink in the darkness. But he hadn’t so much
time. He had to arrive to his destination before everything got dull. He
started to run. It was risky, but the only solution. Sometimes, you have to take
risks if you want to succeed. And sometimes risks are over the top.
What
had to happen, happened. He stopped suddenly to hear. He wasn’t wrong. Someone
was following him. They weren’t close to him, but if he continued stopped, they
would. He started to run faster. He didn’t care about someone else could hear him,
two pursuers were the same as one. For a while, he had thought about face up to
whoever they were, but, then, he remembered her words: «Promise me that you’d take
care of you. Don’t do anything you don’t need to do. And, remember, if you cannot
walk or run, then fly». Her words were burning inside him and giving him the
power to keep running.
The
light was disappearing when he began to see the sky. Blue, pink, purple,
orange, a mixture of life crossing the sky, like the sky he saw when he was a
child, when he thought, one day, he would touch it. The steps behind them were
getting closer. He had to be about to arrive. It couldn’t be so far.
Suddenly,
the trees vanished. He was running in a terrace with an end, but he couldn’t stop.
Whatever had in front of him, was better than what it was trying to capture
him. Freedom was too much valuable those days to reject it. He made a last look
to his back and he could distinguish a shape leaving the woods. It wasn’t the
moment to stop. The land is almost ended, but he wasn’t going to lose his
freedom, not for him, but for her. «If
you cannot walk or run, then fly» whispered her voice. That was exactly what he
did. He jumped into the abyss.
Wind. Orange
and blue. Wind. Purple and pink. Wind. Breathe and sun. Wings. Fly.
He
opened his eyes. He had got it. He was safe and freedom. He wasn’t sure about
it, but he had got it. His strong black wings had protected him for the fall.
Now, no one could follow him. Now, he was going
to safe her.
