Friday, March 24, 2006

The death of D´Artagnan

After all these years.
As if she didn´t know her.
Her code, her flag, the things for what she lived for. Friendship. One for all and all for one.
And she broke the code.
She left her friend alone. She turned her back and left her when all she needed was five minutes of a place where she could feel warm, to know she had come back home. To reach out and find a hand that wouldn´t let her go. But when she turned around she had already gone. She was alone in her room, by herself.
And from that moment on nothing was going to be the same.

1 comment:

ASAM said...

I can't remember who D'Artagnan is.