Anna Holmwood

She stood up and turned, only to see him leaning against the door frame, looking at her.

Where are you off to?

He was still staring at her but, matching her soft tone, he replied

You don’t care where I go, but I want to tell you, is that okay?

If life is lived in single file, please walk in front so I can watch you all the time;

if life’s road is walked in two lanes, side by side,

let me take you by the hand, so when we walk through life’s sea of people,

forever you will be mine.

Tomorrow go to the mountain road, I’ll be waiting for you. Eight o’clock.

he suddenly entered her room, removed the pen from her hand and scrawled a few words on a piece of paper.