Lukas

I was spitting blood as an enemy manged to punch me on my face when I was still on the battlefield. My lips broke and it seems to be wounded. I stepped away from the field when I found my happiness. It was you, sitting on a bench, heads up, staring at the clouds. I admires you as you admired the clouds above. I wiped the blood off my lips and plastered a wide smile. Hey! Isn't it a nice day? Do you want to go for a walk? I asked as I made ny way beside you, sitting on the bench.