Love's war soldiers

Chapter 5

Today we scheduled the last medical check-up, and after that we planned with my mother to go to Princeton for 2-3 days to see with her own eyes how things stand there. It's 7 o'clock in the morning, and with a little power I have, I'm struggling to put a few things in the little luggage needed for 3 days. I've lost a few more kilos over the last few months, and my face is now pale and drawn, with black marks at the bottom of my eyes. The nightmares continued and even went on, so I haven't got many sleepless nights lately. In the evening, the same voice called me, and I follow it until it falls into a gap. Sometimes the frame changes and I'm in unknown places or in total black, but most often the flower field appears to me. I'm more and more convinced that the voice belongs to a girl, but that makes me uneasy.

have made millions of ideas and tried to look for hidden meanings of the dream, but without any chance of success. I even tried to find out who was the person who gave me my heart, but I couldn't even find out whether he was a girl or a boy. I became absurd and thought of all sorts of science-fiction scenarios how the person who gave me my heart might have to do with the voice that calls me in my dream. But the family who donated my heart wanted not to find out where he came from, so I didn't know anything. Are you ready, Aimee? "We have to go," Mum said as she entered my room. Yes, mother, I'll be down immediately. We're in mid-April, but the weather is still capricious and it's pretty cold in the early hours of the morning, so I'm shooting a light hoodie over my white polo T-shirt, and so I can protect my hands from cold. Your legs can't be saved yet and will suffer about 2 hours until the weather is suitable for my faded pink shorts. I throw an eye in the mirror and I see that I have succeeded in covering the cauldrons with the TEN fund applied. I'll give me a little scent, I'll put on a pair of long earrings to fit my long black pony tail and throw the luggage behind me. Soon we get to the hospital, where after a routine check, the doctor finds that everything is fine and that they are ready for a normal life. — thank you, Mr. Richards, thank you very much for everything, I say, and I am quick to take him in my arms. I've spent so much time with this man that I feel I'll miss him. He responds to my hug and smiling he stroked my head. — now go and live, he says. "And you're not allowed to come here until you visit." I'm smiling, frankly, and I'll let him out of his arms. While my parents remain talking a little longer and say good-bye, I'm going to take a coffee. I was not allowed to drink coffee before, but recently I found it very useful, especially in the fight against the sleeping nights. I use the remaining time to greet the assistants who are on guard today and who I know ever since I was a little, so until I finish my coffee, my parents have already come to me.

We get in the car and continue to go to the bus stop. My father is caught in work these days as a design engineer, so this short trip will only be spent with my mother. The road took about an hour with all the stops and shortly after, we were in the hotel room we decided to share with my mother. It takes a shower and decides to take a nap. The temperature has risen considerably in recent hours and now I find the suffocating little hotel room, so they decide to go out to walk. I peacefully warm up the pair of tenesi under Armour with which I came and come out tiptil from the room not to wake my mother. But not before leaving a message on a napkin provided by the hotel staff.

I walk around the hotel and admire the old buildings until I get to a bus stop. I don't really know what I'm looking for here, but a momentum is prompting me to get on the first bus that arrived at the stop. I sit on the right side where sunshine still does not reach and look through the window at everything that comes out on the way. Shortly after, the bus heads to the outskirts of the city. I panickle and go down to the first station with the idea of going back to town.

Aimeeee

The voice appears again and my soul is filled with anxiety. What the hell? I'm awake, it can't be a dream. I soothe myself by telling me that it most likely seemed to me, but the voice continued to sound. I get up easily from the bench in the station and head to my voice. When I get behind the small bus stop, I might swear I saw a blond face figure. My heart is now beating with strength, and all I hope is to be a dream. To be asleep on the bus, or be determined to sleep with my mother. Something.. Anything to justify all this. I'm beginning to think I've done something. I watch the voice for about a kilometer to get into a flower field. I can see that it is the same flower field in my dream.

My legs soften and my knees tremble, fear of me. I pinch my hand in the hope that everything is just a dream. The voice is gone now and everything is just peace and quiet. I take a deep breath and get into the nearby forest, this time I do not run away but walk quietly.

I get to the tree where I always stumbled in my dream, and my anxiety is growing more and more when I see the same scrained initials on the roots. What the hell does that mean? He continued slowly, as though trying to predict any potential danger, and when I reach the place where I fall into the abyss, my heart is standing still. It's not a gap, it's a small lake surrounded by flowers and trees that are more impressive than ever. It's like another world. It's so nice to cut my breath, and I forget how I got here.

I'm going fearfully and stepping on the small wooden bridge in front of me. I sit on the edge of it and take my tensies out of my feet to put them a little in the hot water of the lake. I close my eyes, I leave my head on my back and let the warm sun bathing my skin. It's such a pleasant sensation that I can't describe it in words. After good minutes I open my eyes and watch the lake where I see a figure of a boy who takes a bath in it. My heart is beating hard and a shudder passes through my back to make my goose skin. He comes back and observes me for the first time since I got here, almost at the same time as I see him. I'm scared, I take my teness and run to the bus stop by holding my hand at my heart for fear I will jump to the best of my chest.