As bullets flew around them, all she could think was that time when they sat on the straws, holding hands and so many birds were flying around, going back to their nests. She wished to have a nest once where they both could live together.
She should have been scared, a bit nervous but her smile, even, startled her. She was contended at that time. They couldn’t have there own home but when she found his hands in hers, it occurred to her that her home is where he is. When his eyes stared at hers, she knew that there were no regrets.
She could see fear in his eyes but the fear was for that posh, pampered girl who had died when she ran off with him. She was ready to fight with anything. Her smile confused his already tired mind but it also assured him that this wasn’t a mistake.
She could see that shy, broken smile on his face that she used to hate. Whenever she lost from him in shooting, she could see that same smile on his face that reminded her of her bad shooting skills. But deep inside he never boosted about his victory…..that smile only occurred to tease her.
His heart was restricting itself. He wanted to take up the gun and kill his father but he stopped midway and looked at her eyes. Her eyes told him everything and his fingers didn’t shoot. Between this tragedy they were living, he understood her feelings and affection for the person at the other end.
But her father’s fingers, unable to understand her feeling for him, pressed and the bullets penetrated through his fearless body. There was blood oozing out of his heart. As he laid on the hot, grainy sand, her eyes were filled with tears and she took the blood-filled gun from his cold hands and faced the gun towards herself and a boom sound came that made the birds sitting on the trees fly away . Their dead bodies laid on the red sand and the atmosphere was filled with grief with the end of two lovers who shared a friendship……a relationship which was uniquely beautiful.