Lying down on his bed, he was awakened by the sweet melody but yet annoying music the crickets made. He sat up and then placed his hands on his face, looking as if he was about to break into tears. Valentina, it shouted in his mind repeatedly, he wondered why it was happening, why now, he wanted this to be the truth, but he just needed a reason not to go back to that place. That place filled him with anger, sorrow and sleepless nights weeping. As much as he resented that place, he knew one day he will have to confront it. He was David and that place he feared so much was Goliath, always seeking to bruise and destroy him from within.

Flash back………

To me late spring could have been a welcomed companion, he was so filled with hope and joy, I smiled with him but we didn’t worry so much as to what might have happened in the following days. That day it happened I shut everything out and kept to myself, I hid in the turmoils of my ravished mind, that day I shot and killed spring. I have no regrets, I thought we could have been friends but he took something so precious to me. He stole my life and the reason I looked forward to waking up everyday, it was my beloved wife he took from me and I do not forgive him; the old bastard his joyful songs and lies ceased after that day. I sat in an old rocking in the dark wondering if I could have stopped it that day, she was so full of life and had the face of an angel,she stole the stares and placed them into her eyes; watching them was like being hypnotized. Every memory I have of her cuts deeper than the last and now I bleed from the inside. it runs like a spring except this time not as peaceful, it runs everywhere with no direction and smashes on to anything in its way with fury.That day I found her resting there in an ocean of red, the light in her eyes faded. Her body was cold. Suddenly it was winter and my tears turned to ice, I saw my breath and it was white, I wanted to share that with her but she was gone. She did it to herself. The pistol laid in her left hand, she shot at point blank. I can't imagine her last thought but I bet it carried a lot of weight. I didn’t care to know why she did this but there was no room to think, I just couldn’t, my mind was too clouded. With my disoriented fingers I picked up the pistol and so I shot and killed spring.

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