When I woke up that morning, I saw everything as normally, however, a new but invisible wall slowly started to raise itself.
Sometime later, even when years have passed from seeing your soft face emotionless and partially covered in red, I still watched the stars making a silent wish like you taught me to, feeling the breeze of the night without feeling it.
As life passed, as I grew older and so did our friends, I started dreaming more about you, about your blonde, spiky hair, your vermillion and determined eyes, when, suddenly, in one of those dreams, a “Welcome home” escaped your lips.
I knew I was home.