Winter. Oh, how I love the cold breeze. The snow, so white and soft just like the face in front of me. I shiver in the coldness of the place, like how I shivered whenever she's near. I don't want this day to end, but it is only a dream. A dream, I will never forget.
"Raul." she sighed, close to crying she continued, "When will I meet you again?"
I stared at her, memorizing every inch of her face, smiled weakly, looked away and darted my look on the sunset.
"Raul." she called out again. "When will you," she trailed off, her voice almost breaking, "When will you help me again?"
I removed my gaze from the horizon and faced her. Looking at her intently, I spoke.
"I already told you Rafaella. God has healed us both. But if you need me, I will always help you." I stepped closer and caressed her left cheek. "I will always be, with you. I will forever be, your director of dreams."
I stepped back two feet away from her.
"Farewell" I started walking away from her direction and never glancing back.
