Wind through the woods

   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.