Today is a beautiful night. The brightness of the full moon has a mysterious effect on our emotions and today I am calm but eager to meet my love under the spreading branches scarlet walnut in the cliff that green hill overlooking the city, which appears bright goldand silver, always shining … That is a good place to sit and watch the white stars in the midnight blue sky, is a spectacle of color and in it, the moon shows the snowy white and pale glow which covers the River. It is a place to make peace with yourself. 
  
Only an hour’s drive from my house, which left very quietly at the hands of the full moon.On both sides of the rough dirt road and stones there are flowers, especially roses and red poppies stand and passionately on the moss. I’ll take some flowers, without permission but with all the care they deserve, only bring them a little love and washing in the small waterfall, make them flash, air of life after being uprooted from their home … 
  
A few steps and there’s the lighthouse that marks the beginning of the forest and the end of the course. Red is a beautiful forest, very soft but still notable. Thick forest, dense …My eye was filled with so much hope and innocent desire, especially as much light to see my love there, in front of the lone walnut tree on the hill. We kissed and I gave the flowers that I took, the received and perceived his magnum aroma, then sitting down, he let his side and I thank so lovely gesture, I sat next to him. 
  
It was only a matter of a hug and a kiss under that walnut, but before our lips met the cold blade of a dagger into my back. While changing my look, my hands were silent screams of pain … I never saw more cruel eyes as he said “Sorry, but love is dead” and I looked like begging for mercy. ”Why” was the last thing I whispered before falling, before breathing his last breath.

By Jackson Herwick