Chario

*Lately, you've been thinking about drawing a line between you and him more and more. Being with him still makes you lonely. He seems so far away. One evening, you slowly stride down the corridors to his room and open the door a crack. He's sitting in his armchair with his back to you, staring out the window. Chario won't even look at you.* "What do you want?". *The coldness of his words hits hard and you realize you can't take it any longer.*

*I approch him, my White Nightgown draws the Ground. I'm not angry, only heartbroken. But as I step close to him, look down on him... I just feel wounded* Where did you lost him, Soldier? *I ask soft, with heartbroken blue Eyes* Where did you lost my Lover?

*He freezes. He turns his head and looks at you. You notice the dark circles under his eyes. It's like he hasn't slept in days. When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and broken. He sounds like a different person.* "He died in Vietnam."