they started to walk to a path both of them was unconsciously taking. they just let their body follow where their feet wished to take them. both of them is looking straight to the path, silence surrounding.
the sun was setting and it created an orangish sky and illuminated the rays in their skin creating a nice tan. they both watched in awe without verbalizing what they thought about the art that lays before their eyes.
not before the sun fully set, they reached their destination. he went down on his knees as he lay the flowers he picked on the way while she glanced at the name written on the tomb.
she wondered who the lady was and her query was fed when he spoke,"mother, i've brought you a visitor."
he waved his hand, motioning her to come forward and she did.
she sat beside him as he conversed with his mother. she stared in awe as he talks like his mother was really there, alive and tangible. he was beaming and she can't help to think about how she used to be someone like that.
is it true that she lost her previous self?
did the personality she built is slowly collapsing?
