The farewell

The farewell Part 1

My pulse quickens, my heart is pounding and my lungs are screaming for oxygen. He leads me through the maze of narrow streets and tall buildings of metal. We run, trying to get lost of our pursuers. He looks briefly at me when we flee, while we try to escape the soldiers. He lingers with his eyes, and he hesitates. My breath is critical. I'm gasping for the dry air around us. I know what he thinks, that I will not be able to escape for long. He himself is a trained soldier. His body is used to an effort like this but mine is not. Commands are heard, clank of the soldiers' equipment. They key in on us. No, no, no! They can not take us, our life depends on it. I force my legs forward. Uses the forces that do not exist. Trying to make it easier for him to save us both. But he has a different plan.

An opening in the building next to us, a hole with no door. There he draws me. We have not much time. Tears rises when I see what is happening. He gently takes hold of my trembling shoulders and steering me behind some large wooden boxes with a dirty rag over. The dust swirls up when my legs give way. A relief flowing through my muscles. At the same time I am terrified at the thought of what lies ahead. I look up and see him. This may be the last time I do it. I try to memorize the features of his face, the color of his eyes, his straight nose and tanned skin. I would never forget him, whatever happens. He glances back out, still with his hands on my shoulders. We managed to confuse the soldiers long enough for this farewell.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back" he says.

I crawl closer to the crates and hide myself as much as possible behind the curtain that hangs down a bit. The gravel beneath me gives out a loud noise and I quickly stop in the movement. Must be quiet, just then you can remain undetected ... if you're lucky. He bends down in height to my eyes. He put his warm hand on my cheek. I push it with both my, hold it and wish that he could stay with me. I shut my eyes tight and a few tears fall down on his hand, they may go with him.

"I love you so much" I whisper.

He nods, closes his eyes and clenches so that the jaws become even clearer. When he opens his eyes again are they full of hatred of all the world's injustice . Then he runs away from me in the direction we escaped for a few scant minutes ago. I solidifies into, listening and peeking out between the curtain and the drawers. It is one of many repositories, the door is the only way out. The sweat runs down my temples, I hope that my breath is not heard, that I do not show. In my vision I see just the opening between me and the threat.

After a moment of compact silence does a flash of light appear at the doorway and my senses are set on the alert. My eyes are wide open when I follow the beam that moves and I see just how it finds its way into the alley outside. Quiet, attractive. I begin to hesitate. The fear makes me think about other things than the soldiers and the dangerous situation I find myself in. Maybe mom has decided to help us, maybe dad got hold of those papers that would protect us. Maybe it's them who are looking for us in the dark after all. But no, it had been too good to be true. My courage sinks when I hear the rattle of armor and weapons. They are coming.