“L-Live, Vi…”
How could I when my life ended this very day? Vittouri thought but she couldn’t say it to him. She wanted him to die knowing she will have a good life.
Then she saw how his eyes slowly closed. And she wept in his chest. Shouted at whoever listened. The bright moon, the breezy wind, the trees, the night. It was the witness of their tragic ending.
She was contemplating but with her heads down, she chanted the ‘Hymn to those who perished before us’ for each of the bodies who was in front of her in respect to the dead. “In…In the hush of death, breathe may join the wind….
Bones, skin returned to the earth,
Blood fall as rain, flow in streams of water,
To the ground, we’re from. To the ground, we’re back
In the hush of midnight,
The living prays, knees shall bend,
In th
