3.
Adrian left again five days later but not after carrying out what he had promised. Drinking half of the people who were present to start with.
He left one very windy evening, in which the helicopter struggled to land and in which the electricity had gone out again.
We kissed for a long time, blown around by the wind, then he turned and left to go back to his b****y deeds.
I stayed on that island, on that island where nothing happened, waiting for the end of the war or at least for it to die down.
The weather worsened and we spent most of the next week locked inside the lighthouse playing stupid board games.
The white splashes from the waves would reach my window and the wind was blowing without ceasing even for a moment, howling and groaning.
The wind was the only thing that move
