I ran and ran stretching my legs to their maximum feeling the tense pull of the muscles of my thighs and following the route that my mind created.
I was trying to reach you, feeling each heartbeat rumbling in my head like stings.
As soon as I saw the cottage I yelled at the top of my lungs: “Watch out! Go into the shelter!”
Relief was about to be poured into my body when I saw you on your way to the underground safety but it was interrupted by the distant vibration of the explosion, deafening with the intensity of its sound, making the ground tremble in a pitiless shiver under my feet.
I was buried under the collapsing ruins. I tried to move but I was paralyzed by the weight of the wreck. Throbbing pain took over the left side of my body and with each one of the tough short successive breaths I took, I felt my injury.
I recognized a tiny piece of sky form underneath the remains with my weary eyes and I could only think of what happened to you, you who were just one second too late.
In a spinning slow motion, I tried mumbling all the prayers that came to my mind till I heard a muted movement, steps approaching. A strong light pierced my eyes and someone was removing the wood from beneath me.
My soul had never felt happier to see you, I was momentarily drugged and couldn’t feel any pain just because I saw that you were safe and I clung to your neck as we crawled out of the area.
I lay down in the shade of a bush and saw you tearing a piece from my clothes to bind my bleeding wound. My heart’s hammering diminished after we sat for a while but my throat was agonizingly dry as if I had swallowed shredded glass. I held onto you and we started walking towards the far lake.
With each step I felt unpleasantly more damaged, burnt as if the pain was my enemy and took enjoyment from torturing and sucking any energy left in my body. My eye lids felt like the heaviest weight I had ever carried but feeling your arms supporting me and your words, “Stay with me, stay with me...” gave my body all the strength and liveliness it needed to get through, your words were my pulse.
Reaching the lake after the long rough route was victory, and then there was a fatal silence as if we were the only ones left in the world.
As soon as I saw the cottage I yelled at the top of my lungs: “Watch out! Go into the shelter!”
Relief was about to be poured into my body when I saw you on your way to the underground safety but it was interrupted by the distant vibration of the explosion, deafening with the intensity of its sound, making the ground tremble in a pitiless shiver under my feet.
I was buried under the collapsing ruins. I tried to move but I was paralyzed by the weight of the wreck. Throbbing pain took over the left side of my body and with each one of the tough short successive breaths I took, I felt my injury.
I recognized a tiny piece of sky form underneath the remains with my weary eyes and I could only think of what happened to you, you who were just one second too late.
In a spinning slow motion, I tried mumbling all the prayers that came to my mind till I heard a muted movement, steps approaching. A strong light pierced my eyes and someone was removing the wood from beneath me.
My soul had never felt happier to see you, I was momentarily drugged and couldn’t feel any pain just because I saw that you were safe and I clung to your neck as we crawled out of the area.
I lay down in the shade of a bush and saw you tearing a piece from my clothes to bind my bleeding wound. My heart’s hammering diminished after we sat for a while but my throat was agonizingly dry as if I had swallowed shredded glass. I held onto you and we started walking towards the far lake.
With each step I felt unpleasantly more damaged, burnt as if the pain was my enemy and took enjoyment from torturing and sucking any energy left in my body. My eye lids felt like the heaviest weight I had ever carried but feeling your arms supporting me and your words, “Stay with me, stay with me...” gave my body all the strength and liveliness it needed to get through, your words were my pulse.
Reaching the lake after the long rough route was victory, and then there was a fatal silence as if we were the only ones left in the world.
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