Where even is she?

A small hut.

Some birds chirping.

Two people outside the house, sitting in their easy chairs.

The sun was about to set-

Birds were going back home.

Some of the villagers in the distance, who happened to be working in fields, were also leaving.

A faint aroma, the scent of rice, lingered.

The touch of red, hadn’t reached this place.

Yet.

“Quite amazing, isn’t it?” Said the woman.

Dressed in a comfortable, dress, she just sat there, staring at the fields of paddy.

The man didn’t answer.

Or more like he couldn’t answer.

He was asleep.

Yet-

The woman stared at him sometimes, with a smile.

And sometimes-

With a tear.

“So… won’t you wake up?” She murmured… wiping her eyes.

It’s been like this for a while now.

Ever since they ran from the battlefield.

No- ever since, ‘she’ ran from the battlefield.

The man- he never ran.

He was there till they broke him.

He was there-

And he was ready to die.