...The war had ended and he no longer desired to live. He packed his stuff, carrying along his last pack of cigarettes, heading to the mountains, planning to end his journey, singing all the songs he knew along the way, till he wouldn't recall any...
he sat on the top of the mountain, looked down at the valley, and lit up his first cigarette burning all his fears to ashes, then the second, sending away all the images of the war, the third was flaming, glowing, seemingly refusing to burn to ashes....
..it was his stolen soul that he wanted to burn, but it wouldn't....so he picked up his bag, headed down to his valley again, for he knew for sure that he should find his soul first, in order to burn it...
..Walking amid the crowded streets, carrying all his burdens, along with memories that never belonged to him, he heard a warm voice; a stranger asking a passerby where she can find a Hotel.
Unaware of the distance, he rushed to her, and interrupted the conversation, pretending to be also looking for the same thing....The man just finished pointing that stranger to a hotel, so he gave the knight the awkward look and left without answering him.
Trying to avoid his embarrassment, he turned his eyes to the owner of that warm voice, so he can ask her instead and scrutinize her image closer, he was face to face with that isolated woman, he felt the magic in her eyes.
Unconsciously, he seized her hand, and started to run away from the crowds, telling her that he was going to show her all the beauty, and kept on running, without her being able to speak. she followed him, as if they were trying to find a shelter to hide, until he felt his sweaty hand unable to carry the burden of his dream....thus he decided to release her hand, and kept on running alone... ..she stood there, surprised at what she had been through, staring at him disappearing in the void. “Who are you?” she shouted....
Looking around, she was in front of the City Hotel..
...Trying to forget that she had been lost among the dead, she left her room, searching for her knight among the dead eyes in the backyard ...
It happened when she finally found couple of eyes radiating the spark of life; she stood still, Afraid, it might be another dream, an illusion, so she decided to figure it out.....
...extending her arms wide and long in the air, waiting for those eyes to crawl into her own, unify with her vision... trying to imagine the collision of the other body with hers, and the fall on the dusty ground ,the laugh on their faces afterwards, and his touch removing the dust off her face,happy that he finally found his lost soul ,and her touch on his face, assuring herself again, that he was her lost knight ... her mind was racing with these thoughts...
...Stretching his arms at her, moving forward, her smile was very wide, but rapidly vanished when he passed her by, heading towards other dead eyes behind her...
...She’d just witnessed the last spark of life those eyes would ever give. Her senses had failed her, and she had lost her knight... again...
