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The reunion

Falling asleep, Revolution stared at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, Fernanda left just a few minutes before. They had being drinking and chatting. Revolution felt some comfort sliding down her throat, she had suddenly forgotten the horrors of the last days. The memories kept coming, old days, they seemed so far away, so lost, so unreachable now. Fernanda knew, when she left, that Revolution would go back to her eternal blackness, there was nothing to do about it. Fernanda was kinda gray herself. There was nothing to do about it. The truth, the horrible heavy truth, was that the scars taken by the war were impossible to erase. They were tattooed so deep in their minds. For a night -at least- they didn't hurt anymore. Revolution closed her eyes when the sun started to appeared in the horizon. She didn't dream, there where no nightmares to hunt her today. For a few days the warm feeling of comfort stood with the girls, even China notice the change in Revolutions face.

- Are ya smiling? Sweetie, are you smiling?
- Why do ask?
- I've never saw you smiling, I think... nop, never.
- There's always a first time, ain't it?
- Hahaha, yeah, always a first.
- So... what is it? Is it a guy? I've never heard ya mention a guy...
- No, it isn't a guy.
- A girl then?... a girl!
- Hahaha, it is a girl indeed, an old friend... not what you think.
- A girl... friend.
- No, no, just a girl who is friend, a very old friend form... well, home.

In many years, this was the first time Revolution dared to think about her old country as home. For her, for all those who were involved in the movement, home was an ancient concept lost between bullets and suffering. Tonight, at least tonight, there was no place like home. Revolutions mind was in peace.
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