The summer sun was shining as it should be, at the middle of day of that hot July of 1993. But the breeze always made the climate adorable in Jackson, and her flower dress was also very fresh. Sitting by the porch of what used to be her home, she silently watched the leaves dancing on the trees, probably singing some beautiful melody that for a very long time she couldn't listen to. However, there she was again. A woman now, a beautiful woman in a light dress, amazed by the shine of those hours of quiet peace in her neighbourhood.
Adam, who always lived next door, suddenly appeared and seemed very surprised by seeing her again. Her heart jumped; he used to sing to her and watch over her whenever her mom was unkind to her. She stood up and waited for him, barely breathing. That man was her heaven, her green and golden happiness.
- You're home! - whispered him, just a second before embracing her, still with the good smell and the large shirts. She didn't say a word, but looked at every single detail of his face, ending in his dark eyes, just like hers, which were still telling her that she'd be loved no matter how far she had gone, or what mistakes she might had made. He looked at those dark eyes of her, touched her hair and suddenly knew that all she needed was there, when she had traveled through the world searching for it. He saw her only a few times after she left Jackson, and whenever they met she proudly said that "she had found a new and amazing place for her", but he could see her sadness. Praying against her pride and childish fears, he asked only once:
- Stay. This is your place.
She looked all around: the gently dancing trees, the fresh breeze, the clarity of that silent afternoon, and didn't lie to herself. With a shy smile, she agreed and hugged him again, letting the tears of weariness fall down and leave her.
Adam, who always lived next door, suddenly appeared and seemed very surprised by seeing her again. Her heart jumped; he used to sing to her and watch over her whenever her mom was unkind to her. She stood up and waited for him, barely breathing. That man was her heaven, her green and golden happiness.
- You're home! - whispered him, just a second before embracing her, still with the good smell and the large shirts. She didn't say a word, but looked at every single detail of his face, ending in his dark eyes, just like hers, which were still telling her that she'd be loved no matter how far she had gone, or what mistakes she might had made. He looked at those dark eyes of her, touched her hair and suddenly knew that all she needed was there, when she had traveled through the world searching for it. He saw her only a few times after she left Jackson, and whenever they met she proudly said that "she had found a new and amazing place for her", but he could see her sadness. Praying against her pride and childish fears, he asked only once:
- Stay. This is your place.
She looked all around: the gently dancing trees, the fresh breeze, the clarity of that silent afternoon, and didn't lie to herself. With a shy smile, she agreed and hugged him again, letting the tears of weariness fall down and leave her.
