Part 1: Corazon Fumado
Cigarette is a place of peace.
Never thought a cigarette would teach me love.
Stories of love, written on a packet of death. I loved every moment I had with this.
You know what a cigarette's past love is?
'Ashes'
*Collapses*
A while back,
An everyday routine. Get back from work. Eat food. Smoke twice and sleep.
My family wants me to marry someone.
But, I like this life. My money drowns with me only.
A wholesome family, my niece thinks I become a dragon while smoking, spreading fire around.
Bullshit ways to look at something, right?
Cigarette is a deciding factor for me. I love this brand.
A fun question for you ciggi ciggi.
'Should I marry someone? Life never told me about love.'
She said nothing.
'Have you ever been in a relation ciggi?'
Maybe loving a cigarette needs constant kisses.
Came closer for a kiss, lit her.
Inhaled her breath.
The cigarette whispered,
'Corazon, let me tell you a story'
'A story that is known by few, but forgotten by none of them'
Her words sound calming.
Is it about love?
'No, just a beautiful war'
Before I could say something, she leaed for another kiss and there starts a beautiful war.
'Long, long ago, the time when dead bodies were more common to be seen than dirt on floor.
The last impact war of 1934.
Two countries, fighting over nothing but a different mindset.
What could a soldier do?
Dreaming a better life ahead only.
There is him, one of the dreamers, Corazon.
There is she, a dreamer on the other side, Fuma.
Shared a beautiful connection before the war, a battle of eyes.
Neither of them would shoot each other's way.
Blood red was their love.
Spreading all around the border.
Forced to shoot in her direction, he shot her shoulder.
Dead by the beauty of his own shot, couldn't lose her.
Love used to be more powerful than guns.
Fueled, by a desire, a future, a connection, a truth, and by love.
A story, crafted by beauty, written by a soldier.
Who could've stopped a lover?
The love spreading around, his fury taking over a nation.
But, was it even possible?
Fighting whole nation, just going forward, no, fantasizing love is good only when love is in your hands.
The love he is fighting for, is gonna hurt him.
Experienced of wars, killed many of them. Dreaming, of something not possible.
Caught by the soldiers of the enemy nation, and one of them was Fuma.
She could say nothing, neither did he, to keep her safe.
For fate of a soldier, torture was enough, and the worst happened to him.
Corazon denied to say anything, a lover but a soldier.
You think humans can decide someone's fate? Never.
Love wrote their fate.
Fuma was given task to torture him to death. Maybe they'd get a moment to talk.
No, his tongue, severely cut by other soldiers.
Corazon met his Fuma in the torture chamber, tears ran down her eyes.
Ran towards him for a hug, the man who never shed a tear and fought every moment of life, tried to hold back, let them flow today.
Let them flow today, Corazon, this is the love you can get only once in your life.
After that, wind is just there.
Wind is just there, without any reason.
The wind is not for her hair to flow with it, not to make your moments better, it stays, but why?
Shed a tear, a beautiful hug before death.
'You didn't have to do that, we could still be together', she said.
Corazon could say nothing, sat there, tied to a chair, kissed her forehead.
Time is all I want with my loved one, but it comes for a price, 'pain'.
Cutting his body parts slowly, a torture that continued for 3 days, and killed a coin.
Fate didn't let him shout, she was traumatizing herself every moment.
Corazon and Fuma, none lost each other.
The battle of eyes continued till their death, blood red was their love, spreading all around.
Dead, by the beauty of his own shot.'
Never shed a tear myself, this story is revolving around me.
Corazon looking for his Fuma.
Love never decided my fate, it never came.
The cigarette isn't over, but something inside me is.
But if love is real, prove it to me ciggi.
Ashes dropped, she left behind something, she wants to continue the kiss forever.
She's leaning again.
'Corazon, let me tell you a story'
- Spidy Web