A young warrior gazed into Karla's eyes. That fresh look in his face triggered her wildest imagination. Beneath such youthful glow rested an armor of sensitivity and innocence. As the cool breeze touched her skin, she wandered... chasing fantasy in its most endearing boundaries. Desired to be cuddled by the appealing softness of his hands while she cradled him with an air of mystery.
The game progressed and a long shot destructed her attention. Cheerers applauded graciously. Karla halted... revived her thoughts. A certain image kept flashing back... disturbing her every single moment. It's like a silhouette that never leave her sight... Like a gem so precious... Like a gold that never fades... Like a circle without an end.
Then she felt that her legs were numbed. She slowly opened her bulging eyes due to unstoppable grieving. It was only a dream. A reverie of her subconscious mind beaten up by the punishing whip of yesterday... captured by delusions of the present... yet she struggled to find a way out.
She kneeled down in shame for she's weak, undeserving of His kindness. Serenity prevailed inside her room. Only God witnessed every turn of events in their lives... From the first glance until they parted.
"How did it last without an end? How will I start without beginning?" Karla just mumbled to herself.