yesterday's ashes

……… a room, a boy, a knife, and a desire to die.

He closes his eyes and

…… Death prevails.

Reincarnation? He did not believe it, but when he opened his eyes he was elsewhere, alone. And a voice said to him: 

- I'll give you another chance. She is in this world 

The wind was blowing, as if he wanted to erase the traces of his arrival.

In front of him a vast, endless sky behind him endless sand. His world, lost. Just the horizon ... and the void.

He straightened slowly, his hand on this heart which he had pierced. He was beating. Slowly. But he was beating.

- I'm ... alive?

He did not speak, without emotion. He didn't smile. He didn't even seem surprised. Just ... empty.

More sweaters or jeans but a long black cape floated behind him, lifted by the wind. Below, a midnight blue fabric he had taken nothing with him. No bag, no personal object. Just him ... But in his pocket, a brilliant stone.

Around him, the desert stretched and with him the silence. Golden dunes, a high sun in the sky, and yet it felt neither warmth nor fatigue. His body was light. Too light.

 - I dream?

- No. It is reality.

He turned suddenly.

Person.

The voice was not human. She was neither kind nor age. She resounded in him, like a foreign thought but which was walking in his head.

 -Who are you?

- No importance I just gave you another chance.

- For what ?

- Because she's here. The one you're looking for.

His heart missed a beat.

She.

He says nothing. He knew who the voice was talking about. His gaze was lost on the horizon.

A new world.

A unique goal.

And a past too heavy to disappear.

 - Where is she?

No response 

 But a light appeared to the east. Weak like a mirage.

He clenched his fists. His gaze was frozen, but firm.

Without a word, he began to walk