Prologue
I breathe easily when the idea of a dangerous journey comes to mind and I remember the games I played as a child with my friends. We haven't changed since then, we just grew bigger and more beautiful.
I remember those innocent images of the little girl with long hair and brown eyes who was always behind the class, playing alone and living in her own world.
I can hardly believe that world has become real.
I step on the forbidden ground of the land untouched by any human foot. I stay still because I never thought I would see hell with my own eyes.
I glance over my shoulder and let out a small sigh when I see a single flowering tree in the middle of the gray desert. I'm starting to smile. I feel small currents of air piercing my body. It's like I see myself in a lot of black, mischievous people. The delicacy of the flowers in the tree emphasizes my soul qualities and makes me feel vulnerable.
Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself. Even though I'm in hell, I have escapes and I'm scared of myself. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the people I care about, and I'm afraid I'm going to be dragged into this dusty, dark volcano.
I have left my place to bring my love back, but I feel powerless, and that will not correct my mistakes.
I look to the edge of hell and try to draw a small glint of his green eyes. The only motivation that can get me back on my feet and that makes me much more determined in my decisions. I'm moving through the smoke. My senses suddenly stop when the whole body is soaked with the heavy smell of burnt sins.
I really don't want to mess it up. The long road I have taken up to this point has made me think a lot about being alone at the end of it.
I wanted to start this adventure to recover my future husband, but it seems that the tests I gave during it made me want to show an example of true love and hope kept regardless of difficulties. I started with a tight heart and unshared feelings and I start to tense up when I realize the vehemence with which I express myself now. I declare myself proud, so I lift my head from the ground and start to cry.
Sincere and tired splashes flood the dry land and cause a fresh acid in the atmosphere. The smoke dissipates and a glimmer of light appears shy.
I smile comforted by the warmth and get back on my feet. That's the hope we were talking about. All I have to do is keep my mind clear and accumulate only the things that bring me peace.
I walk proudly through the rough sand of the desert. I'm thinking of Ronan. I find myself and his soul waiting to come to light and to be released soon.
I think of the joy on his face and imagine his touch around my body.
I smile again. I smile in hell.
