У мене є той, кого я повинна захищати...
The sun set.
I’m sitting near a little abandoned house, trying to cheer up myself. I still as empty as this house… But I still have got a soul… to feel the pain. This town just yesterday was alive… Can’t get over that horrible feeling of the blood on my hands. Peoples run… innocent people… to save their lives, to avoid the fate… Enemies were such an innocent people just before the war started. And we were… long time ago. But I have to shoot to protect him. He’s prowling around.
Here he comes and sits down next to me. Smiling so tired, bur somehow handsome.
- Hey ! – he’s touching my shoulder. – Hey, don’t look so sad !
Easy to say…
- My eyes… - I glance at the sun… - I have a killer’s eyes again, yes ?
- No. Your eyes are beautiful.
- Oh… I’m impressed, - I smile a bit shyly. – You haven’t told this since… Okay, long ago…
- Since the Ishbal?..Yeah… - suddenly he puts arms around me (I sincerely try to back out), but he whispers: - Just be here…
Smile.
And this reddish sky above us – it’s not just color of the blood… Feeling has the same color… sometimes. And at this moment… when I close my eyes (you said, they’re beautiful, don’t you?)… The next second I’ll hug you… not because tomorrow I can die… and leave you alone for eternity. Because I just love you. I’m not that type of person to speak of the probability of my death… But still every day this probability rise… There’s nothing I can do… There are no words I can say. All the orders we left there, in Central…So don’t embarrass, if I hug you, – you’re not suited to be shy… As you said – just be here… If you understand this without words…
I’m sitting near a little abandoned house, trying to cheer up myself. I still as empty as this house… But I still have got a soul… to feel the pain. This town just yesterday was alive… Can’t get over that horrible feeling of the blood on my hands. Peoples run… innocent people… to save their lives, to avoid the fate… Enemies were such an innocent people just before the war started. And we were… long time ago. But I have to shoot to protect him. He’s prowling around.
Here he comes and sits down next to me. Smiling so tired, bur somehow handsome.
- Hey ! – he’s touching my shoulder. – Hey, don’t look so sad !
Easy to say…
- My eyes… - I glance at the sun… - I have a killer’s eyes again, yes ?
- No. Your eyes are beautiful.
- Oh… I’m impressed, - I smile a bit shyly. – You haven’t told this since… Okay, long ago…
- Since the Ishbal?..Yeah… - suddenly he puts arms around me (I sincerely try to back out), but he whispers: - Just be here…
Smile.
And this reddish sky above us – it’s not just color of the blood… Feeling has the same color… sometimes. And at this moment… when I close my eyes (you said, they’re beautiful, don’t you?)… The next second I’ll hug you… not because tomorrow I can die… and leave you alone for eternity. Because I just love you. I’m not that type of person to speak of the probability of my death… But still every day this probability rise… There’s nothing I can do… There are no words I can say. All the orders we left there, in Central…So don’t embarrass, if I hug you, – you’re not suited to be shy… As you said – just be here… If you understand this without words…