"Yes, I'll blame you for not knowing what could have been of the future!", he said at once. His eyes were red as the crimson sky above. She just lowered her eyes and accepted that.
As always.
That's what she always did. That miserable way of things. She still thought she was right, that he was nothing but a baby crying for a spilled milk. A goddamit spilled milk.
He wanted so badly to shout and scream and keep on blaming her 'till she realized he was right. HE was right.
He wanted her to see he was the first and only mistake of her tiny little life.
And his feet... oh, gods, his feet hurted so much he wanted to cry. Blood soaked his socks, he could feel it perfectly. It was driving him insane. And when she finally looked him in the eyes one more time, she was smiling that way she always smiled, as the superior person he always thought to be.
"So what?"
"So what...?"
"Leave me with my heats and colds, just move on".
She would never ever understand the highness of the mountains and the deepness of the lakes he crossed to reach her there. Neither the coldness of the words nor the darkness of heart that moment.
She never knew nothing.
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