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But who is she? I remember her... but every time I think of her, her face flees from my mind. As if I can't see her face. The strange feeling of not remembering the face of the person I have met so far is the scariest of all.
Like the very nightmare that appears under your bed every night with the intention to scare your sweetest dreams with the most terrible deaths closely observed.

1886 Somewhere in Europe, a wicked little girl, whose intelligence made her see the truth, was walking outdoors, away from her twin sister, in a park where there were so many trees together, like an inseparable family, forming a small forest. There was a narrow path between them as if to lead the little girl straight to the heart of that huge and small forest that was in the center among the others. As she walked among the trees and admired their beauty, she said aloud. "So big and old, but with a supernatural life force... Poor flowers by your side, in a short day your lives will come to an end, when your old friend by your side will consume your measly little space."
Continuing to walk, the girl heard the rustling of the trees and as she looked up into the sky she saw a small golden light blooming over that heart she was already a few feet away, and coming closer she saw nothing much, just a boy lying on the large trunk of that tree. He had his back to the trunk of the tree, his right arm was supporting his head and one of his legs was thrown over a higher root of the tree, making the boy look like a Semi-God.
She thought it was no big deal, but when the boy opened his eyes and looked at her intensely, she had already fallen in love with him without realizing it.

When he opened his eyes and saw who stood before him, his mind remembered who was the face of the girl he had known and long forgotten, the one who when singing to her flowers once died like a strong breath from the trees leaving only an oath of love that even he didn't know if a human could keep. But seeing her he was sure that he could never have disbelieved the love that existed and could have existed between them.
He closed his eyes again and smiled as a form of happiness as he remembered his old love story that he once let the wind carry away along with his sweetest memories.

Your memories of the past.

I was just the wind of foreboding passing through places and dragging you sad memories of people in their last days of life, but I ended up bumping into a teenager who was in her last hours of life. She was in the garden sitting on the grass looking at the flowers in front of her, I listened to her talking in her mind, I saw and felt her greatest desires, and her last one was to hold a small flower that was on the ground.
Then from a wind to a boy, I assumed my true form and without her seeing me I came out from behind a tree and went to the flower on the ground, picked it and walked towards her... With each step I took towards her the air around her was getting darker and darker, but looking into her eyes you could see the pain and sorrow in them, as if she was asking to leave in order to rest from a life that is only hurting her.
I just fell in love with her when I handed her the flower and she with her last strength smiled and said a tired thank you for being out of breath... Tears fell from my eyes and she didn't understand why.
-I am sad... Because I know that the person I just fell in love with is about to die... What should I do?
Then she answered me in her mind
(Don't cry, it's not worth it. You have fulfilled my last wish, I am grateful for that). And with one more effort she sketched a weak smile.
-I weep for the happiness you have lost in your life. Then she asked
-Can you read my mind?
I just nodded my head yes.
And then she thought.
-I felt something for you the moment you bent down to pick up that flower and give it to me. It is like being dying of thirst and deciding to take poison to quench your thirst.
If you are still alive after I am gone, I promise to find you somehow, even if I don't remember your face. And if you find me first, make me love you.
And then with her last breaths, that was her last thought for me...
Then as I gathered her soul I realized that Human life is really as fragile as the morning dew and as brief as a flash of light... For us immortal beings life is like a large piece of rough diamond, you can punch it as many times as necessary, but it will never break easily, unless you use the necessary tools.

He gets up and walks over to her, stopping just inches away to take her hand, kiss it and say.
-It seems that the wind wanted us to fall in love again, my little flower.

And so begins a story that should be one of true love, but ends with death and strife.

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