Euphoria

She said as she felt the white lock in the front of his head: I was very afraid for you when they raised their rusty rifles with your bright face. - Do not be afraid, my love. Death is not as painful and terrifying as some people think. It is like returning from exile to the homeland after the tyranny of nostalgia and the pain of separation. The taste of death at an age close to love is wonderful. - But I was afraid that you would feel sad because of the one who shot you after you shot him with love. Isn''t this disgraceful? - Yes, it is disgraceful, but do not be afraid, my love. Bullets do not kill a heart revived by love. They are only good at stabbing in the back. This is the utmost of their faith, and a shot in the back does not necessarily penetrate the heart. - You have grown a little, my love, and you have white locks. - Yes, you have grown and your love for me has grown.