Lost in Heart

lost in heart

“Three against one… This time the verse in reversed!! You have won, and we have been defeated!”
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In the mid of the sky the Sun rose with no intent to budge anywhere. Drops of sweat fell to color his white shirt. He lit a cigarette, puffed strongly, split the match, and with a slight move from his fingers he throw its halves meters away.
Strange are is acts. An idea flushed in his mind. He stood in front of the mirror for a long time to test his potentials and ability to control his temper before he departs. His colleagues notified him of the value of each step he makes, also that time is an essential element of success thus planning and studying takes the largest share in the success of the mission.
When his shiny black shoes collided with a stone, he could feel his heart exploding in his chest, he could feel his blood freezing in his veins, and he could feel the cold sweat secretions wetting every inch of his body.
The black suit case still shrinking under his arm, how comfy!!! In his last ((rehearsal)) in front of the mirror everything went in a way made him proud, then why now he feels so stumbles and so disturbed in his thinking?!
In the past week, he made an exercise and he easily reached the target, He was also wearing the same clothes, and carrying the same bag, but without this cold mass inside.
He deviated right while he walked, and stopped for a while then looked behind. Why did I do that for?!.. A complete silence!! In your rehearsals last week you did not do this man?!! The he hooked and was chased by an idea, but more closely to an image…
The Bayonet did not respect the biennium, so it split him in two halves… he wanted to shout, to cry, to protest… But, he had no time… thus he surrendered… A mass of blood and flesh… He lay on her cold arm.
He did not see that. Oh! If he only saw!
At that time he was in the combat zone. Just before they clash with the enemies forces their leaders ordered them to withdraw… however,...