When it was a little after 4 o'clock, they went back to the city, through the woods, walking hand in hand. The district wasn't really big, it only consisted of the square, the Justice Building and some stores of the middle class, surrounded by 4 circles of residential area. Milo lived in the fourth circle, in the orphanage at the edge of the district. The orphanage was close to the woods where they were walking right now. Both his parents died when he was just a little boy. It made him more mature then the other boys of his age. He was the only one who never played with toys.
When they had reached the edge of the woods, they let go of each other. They did that, because they didn't want anyone to know about their love. Since the district was so small, everyone knew each other. If anyone found out about them, it wouldn't take very long before Hellon's father would hear about it. And that would be the end of everything.
She wanted to continue walking, but he grabbed her hand again and pulled her close to him. He kissed her, a kiss filled with fire. It made her dizzy and happy at the same time. But she was a little scared too, because they were showing their love where everyone could see them. But he didn't care. He wanted to tell everyone he had found the woman of his life.
"Never I will be able to love someone else," he whispered in her ear.
She giggled. "Proof it."
Then she freed herself and ran towards the city. Milo watched her walk away. How she lifted up her dress above her ancles, so it would not become dirty. How she always braided her hair into the most complex hairstyles. How her eyes shimmered when she glanced over her shoulder. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
When he walked into the orphanage, he sighed. He had lived here his whole life and he had never liked it. The master had always hated him, from the very first beginning. But then, Milo was the only boy in the orphanage. Now, there were about 10 orphans, and he was the oldest. He sighed again. Here he had to live until he was 21.
"Where have you been?" a voice grumbled from inside the dining room. When Milo walked in, he saw all the boys, eating silently. The master was seated at the end of the table, with a furious look on his face. His maid, Mary-Rose, who cooked, did the laundry and kept the house tidy, looked at Milo, worried. The other boys looked at him as well, but their faces were different. Some of them looked amused, others looked anxious, like they were getting punished. The master got up from his seat, very slowly. He strode towards him and stopped right in front of him. His look was even more furious then it was from a distance, but Milo just stared back, arrogantly. Then, with a swift move, the master raised his hand and slapped him as hard as he could, and all the boys at the table catched their breath. Mary-Rose started crying. The master hit him again, and again, but Milo didn't scream at all. He kept his mouth shut. When the master dropped his arm again, his cheek hurted so much he wanted to cry. But he didn't. He just said: "Are you done?" and he left the room, without any food.