My eyes were locked on the dirty floor, while my mind was aimlessly wandering through my memories.

My eyes would sparkle every time when the smile of my mother would glow in front of my eyes. It was a painful feeling knowing that I might never see it again.

That row of pearly white teeth that she would have showed every time when she would be proud of me. It really hurts.

I let out the almost silent sound of sorrow with which my body shook like it was blown by the cold wind of nostalgia.

I closed my blurry eyes and let the tears stream down my cheek.

I bit my lip, suppressing more memories that were jumping in front of my eyes like the most beautiful family pictures that you frame and put on the nightstand next to the bed.

To keep you safe in the sleep and be the first thing that you will see in the morning after you wake up.

Oh mom, dad and dear sister, forgive me.

I turned my glance to the side and sighed.

I felt the cold fingers wrapping around my wrist and then touching my palm behind my back.

"I thought that-" I stopped and tried to remember what I actually wanted to say. Like his touch messed up all my thoughts, making me confused.

"Are you okay?" His voice trembled and was barely audible, like he would faint any moment because of the weakness.

Is it actually possible that he could be so weak?

"I am, but are you?" I looked down and tried to touch his palm again, but he moved it away.

"I'll be fine."

Do you know that feeling when someone tells you that everything will be okay, even if it won't be? They only say that so you could finally be positive and then it actually gets better because you change your point of view.

He wanted me to think that everything will get better, even though it actually won't.

But did he know that I was so stubborn and had trust issues?

"You won't." I said, and then a strange feeling filled my body, turning my stomach.

I was waiting for him to tell me that I could trust him, but he was quiet.

And silence was a clear answer.

"Gabriel-" I turned my head to the side as my throat clenched, cutting the words off my tongue.

"No, don't say anything. Just shut up and listen." He said when I was about to continue with what I wanted to say.

I shut up and allowed him to say whatever he wanted to say.

"Do you wanna know how it all started?" He asked me with a bit of bitterness in his voice, which was enough to wake me from a trance in which I had already fallen, thinking what is suddenly so important.

"You really know how to choose a moment." I laughed barely audible, agreeing to listen to him.

"It was 1963. I've been working in the mine for the third year in a row. I remember it was the beginning of autumn and the end of summer, September. Pretty cold month."

September, the month when the grapes ripen, and leaves turn yellow. I could almost feel that specific smell of autumn.

Those beautiful pictures of the red and yellow leaves and the whole nature in the fall were warming my heart until the inner voice didn't remind me that I will probably never have the chance to see that again.

The pictures broke into pieces right before my eyes, pushing me into the present where I was surrounded by darkness, the air old more than a thousand years, the dampness and stupid dust that was suffocating me in my lungs.

In the end, sister's warm brown eyes flashed in my mind and sent pleasant chills down my spine, making me relax.

"I remember that day like it was yesterday. I met a girl. She had long golden hair curled in the waves, and the eyes color of gray cloud that made my heart beat faster." He frowned, and I leaned closer to him as much as pillar was allowing me to. I was still somewhat in a trance that was taking out the memories hidden in the drawers inside my brain.

"I fell in love then, in the September of 1963., with the girl dressed in a light blue summer dress, even though it was pretty cold outside. With the girl with plump rossy lips and long black eyelashes." The uneasiness flew through my body and I was writhing on his choice of words. Something was annoying me in that, and I didn't know what.

"Her brother also worked here, so that's why I met her in the first place. She won me over in the moment she showed me the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. You could say that was indeed the love at the first sight."

I let him speak, I've anyways always been better in listening than in real conversation. I would never know what to say at the moment, so I would just nod or say something simple, which would kill the communication.

"The day I met her, there was an explosion caused by a cigarette near a source of gas, which obviously caused the collapse of the mine." I blinked and felt the empathy towards him. I could share that sadness with him, which I could simply feel in his always cold and insensitive voice.

But still, I clearly remember how he once told me that he doesn't remember absolutely anything about it.

Was that because I opened the old wounds?

"She was with me when that happened. And the next thing I remember was that I was trapped in these dark hallways to this day." He suddenly moved so much that the rope almost beat out all air from my lungs. And then his voice changed the tone to such roughness that I could feel it with my fingers.

"You can't even imagine my desire for the Sun and the fresh air that these bastards took away from me. You can't even imagine the hate that grows in me every day because of everything they have done to me in the past years. The hate towards her." He paused and tried to get free again. Shortly thereafter he laughed, but that was not the true and sincere laughter, but the laughter of disgust and humiliation.

I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to move my hand that was now pinched between us to the limit that I couldn't even feel it anymore.

His breathing accelerated while he was still trying to get free, which made the rope tighten around my chest even more, making me want to scream in the horror and pain.

"Gabriel, I can't breathe." I mumbled through the cough, trying to catch at least a small atom of air.

I felt the heat gathering in my face, and the sound similar to the drumming flowing through my head.

But he didn't seem to hear me, like I was smaller than the pea grain, and my voice quiet like the sound of the wind flowing through the grass stems.

"Gabriel-" I said on the edge, this time much weaker. My vision started to get darker and the death was one step closer to me.

And then he finally stopped moving and I was grateful for that.

I breathed the air with full lungs and calmed the unnatural beating of my heart in the chest.

I closed my eyes and leaned against him, I didn't have any strength to sit upright at the moment.

I just wanted to lay down just for a second so I could close my eyes and get the sleep I wanted for hours.

This is probably the cause of the hallucinations that occupy my mind every little with the memories that, like I relive again because they feel so real.

The smile decorated my face and I thought that I will finally fall asleep when a fake cough yanked me out half-sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw a girl with long, golden and wavy hair and gray eyes.

I opened my mouth in the shock that struck my body, while she was looking at me from the tip of my head to my feet.

And then she twisted her lips to the side and lifted one hand up, letting it lean against the other exactly below her breasts.

"And have you told her how we were kissing when the explosion happened?" This time her smile shone across her face, and I wasn't even trying to hide jealousy.