That voice... So sharp as the way she speak, couldn't blame her after all —It's been a while, doesn't it? —stupid question, maybe necessary at some point— I was wondering if you were going to be able to talk to me —frowns a little bit, looking away for a couple seconds but he couldn't do it so long; his glance was coming back to hers once again—.

—I've been asking the stars if I could see you once again; I asked the ground if they could feel your steps, so they can tell me where you were. I asked the wind if I could feel you somewhere —handed firmly her fingers and bare hand, exposing the knucles as it's was leading to his face, kissing them softly, whispering —I wonder if you was there feeling the same. All the time.