memories

The day lost its strength and the night sent its harbingers into the country. The sun was covered by clouds, the warmth slowly faded and the first stars flashed in the sky. 2 people apparently wrapped in darkness headed for a wooden house. It looked eerie and gloomy, the wooden panels were dark and almost sank into the night. The smaller person unlocked the door and they entered.
"Hm. It's nice here. Comfortable." "Yes. I think so too. Have a seat, I'll just get some towels quickly, then we can go!" Kurumi disappeared into the bathroom.
Yumi dropped onto the sofa and looked around. Her gaze caught on a picture. She got up and looked at it up close. It showed a little boy with black hair, a man who looked very much like the boy, and a woman who also had black hair. "So Kuru lives with them," she thought. Next to the picture was another one, it showed the same family, but at a later point in time.The boy was an estimated 14 years old. "So that's him," Yumi muttered to himself. She heard footsteps and straightened up quickly. Kurumi came into the room with 2 large towels. She had changed and was now wearing her travel kimono. Together they made their way to the springs. There was no talk. The black-haired woman was looking for the way that she had only seen from the Ferris wheel and Yumi was deep in thought.
After a few minutes they reached the springs. The girls quickly disappeared into a little house that stood by the water and had a few cabins and undressed. Only dressed in towels, they stepped into the hot water. Yumi was in the water with quick steps, she didn't mind warmth, with Kurumi it was different. it took some time to get inside. When she finally did it, she looked up at the stars. “What's wrong?” Yumi winced. ° How does she know ...? ° "I've known you for 7 years now.Do you really think I don't notice? "Yumi studied the water and slid in a little further." So. Tell me. "Kurumi asked her friend." It's nothing ... ", she mumbled. Finally the black-haired girl's gaze broke and she looked at her friend." I'm not stupid. "Yumi sighed." Not really ... It's because of ... "" Gaara. "Kurumi turned her gaze back to the sky, which was now almost completely dark." Why do you ask, if you already know? ", the blue-haired said sarcastically. There was no answer to that. She guessed her friend was thinking of her situation. Yumi didn't say anything, didn't want to disturb her. She knew how to need some time for herself. She decided to swim a few laps With every move, a situation from her past came back to her mind.
Once there was a little girl around 3 years old. It was in a warm area and was building a sand castle.
Then the girl could be seen again.It was in a market. The ground was sandy and extremely dusty. People noticed them and pointed at them with their fingers. Everyone started screaming and ran away.
An oasis. A brook. A girl. Lots of tears. That was the next picture.
Yumi paused. Closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Deleted everything, all information, files from their obsession and every feeling. Just relax for once. Enjoy the moment. She opened her eyes again and looked at her friend. She was still staring at the sky.

~ Kurumi ~
I hear screams. Start running. Arrive home. Pull the door open My mother is lying there. Red paint covers them completely, almost burying them. There are kunais, shuriken and needles in their backs. I see a man standing next to her. He laughs maliciously. I want to scream. But I can not. "You will come to him. Or there will be no more dead.", The cruel voice of the murderer sounds.
Fog.
In front of a battlefield.Hundreds of dead. I look at my hands. Not a single red spot. I feel bad. They all dig through me. By me. And I don't have a blood stain
Fog.
I stand in front of a wooden door. I knock and I am opened by a boy with black hair and an expression on his face. He seems to be on my wavelength. Bored. Annoyed. I think it will be nice.
Fog.
I am lying on a meadow. Next to me is the boy. We're talking. I take a blade of grass and tease him. A scramble ensues. I feel so good. Facilitated. Safe. Happy. Free.
Fog.
I stand in front of him. Look at him coldly. I'm sad. Know that I hurt myself. In a few words. One look. My heart is being torn. I want to die.

The girl closed her eyes. ° No. I do not wanna die. If I still have love in me, then I'll live on! Yes ... i will live. I mustn't jump to conclusions. ° She looked again at the stars.A pleasant feeling flowed through her.