... and don't worry

After a long time, the silence was even good for her. That house was darker then when she lived there, but yet she could have good feelings being there. It was amazing to remember his gray eyes, his hoarse laughter and his presence, which still lingers in her. For sure, she was actually an adult, but it was still very hard to not miss him, to not think about how would have been their lives, if he was alive and cleared of all blame. Now she could spend a really great time without thinking about all of that, but sometimes it was still real, still close. The most shining star - and she was alone. No matter how many people she had met and loved after his death, she was alone all along. And she had to face it.

 Slowly, she went upstairs, looking everything around, just like if she could bring him back by recovering all the memories of those places. Then, she entered his room, trying to not stay long, to not belong there again. She knew that no one could ever replace him, so it was amazing to close her eyes and dream that he was sitting on the bed, by her side, as if she was still fifteen and the war hadn't take him away.

 - Oh, don't worry my dear - he said, laughing and holding her hand. - You know, I'll be dead before you can even think of me getting really old, and if it doesn't happen, your dad will never let us stay together...

 - It's war time, love - she said, now seriously. - Anyone can get married.

 - So you really should not worry. Let's get married. Let's do it tomorrow morning.

 - Always forgetting that I'm under age and you're a hunted prisoner - she suddenly started to laugh too.

 - Yes, these are just details, my little one...

 He kissed her, pushing her close in the bed, his white t-shirt smelling so good that she would never forget that afternoon, the rain on the rooftop...

 She opened her eyes, wide awake. It was time to leave, to go for her new home, her new life that really fulfilled her. Indeed, it was amazing to have such a past to remember, but she needed to be strong and move on. Death should be left with all his friends, and she did not belong with them. Not anymore.