We have could hear the slow sound of the lake situated behind, and everything seemed floating, but now, there, the only important thing were us.
There, was our ancestral point where our emotions bonded with the old feelings of our past lives, and after of this last Bathuè story, we had the need to feel our old bond, born centuries ago.
We remained there, long time.
Silently, we were looking at each other, and everything around seemed blooming thank our sensations we were feeling.
After been in the Blue City, after having know everything about the parents of Bathuè killed by The Nothing, in someway, we wanted stay there for reflect about what he had told us.
We had defeated it, but we had caused other death in another place without we realizing of that.
How was true the quote «the flapping of a butterfly’s wings can cause an earthquake to the other side of the planet» and the flapping of the wings of that butterfly, were us.
But now, we could do anything no longer.
In that valley, was being born again, our awareness of how it could was great, a little gesture, as a glance and of how it could unleash such as such great emotions.
You was staring me, shyly smiling me, and my heart was beating strong always at unison with your: we were feeling the same feelings.
That valley was more magic than other place of Our Parallel World.
It was the place where was born everything.
Our breathes got increased: we were wrapped by something bigger than us.
Past, present, and future were there, well merged together, and we in the middle.
Our emotions were about explode if none of us would make something, but we knew also, if we would have make something in that valley, our balance it would be upset.
Our biggest desire in that moment was only touch our lips.
We wanted given ourselves a simply kiss.
The only thing we have could do was approach, until our foreheads were touched, and a little whisper has said: “I want you…”.
Delicately you have took me in your arms, and leaving that valley, I didn’t take my gaze off you.
Sweetly, we started to touch our lips.
We had exceeded the lake, and our magical bubble was rising up, and immediately after we disappeared inside.
Next to the lakeshore, next the opal rock, you have lean me on the meadow, and you above me, you have give me thousands of kisses, as if your life depends of that, and I needed of those kisses, leaving you do.
We given ourselves only kisses.
This our spasmodic desire just to kiss us, was the only way for disappear away all sad thoughts about The Nothing in Blue City.”