As I made my steps towards the corridor, I could somehow feel that this was going to be the last time that I would walk up all the length of that corridor. It was past the visiting hours, and it was all so quiet. I could feel the deep yet lone breaths of several of the people that were there. All with a different story to tell me. All, with a history that spanned hundreds of decades. She was there as well. Right at the same spot that I left her earlier in the morning. She was breathing heavily, her lungs were fighting to make the most out of the air that there was in the room. It was room 21. The ward was the yellow one. Ward number 7. It all made more sense to me. Everything in there was somehow linked to my destiny.

I could remember the one time we went to the Wind's mouth in the northern part of the island of Malta. How could I ever forget that?

With the sun shining in her green eyes she looked at me. She looked so serene. It was the start of her sixth month of pregnancy. She grabbed a handful of soil and started playing with it. The cold January breeze was caressing our faces. It was also fighting with the soil, trying to blow it away from her hand.

"You know what?" she told me, "I feel abandoned. I feel that the world is collapsing on top of me. I feel abandoned. And if it wasn't for you, I would never feel the strength to keep on fighting. I've had enough". She paused and I could see the pain her words were causing her. "You know Luke" she said looking at me, "if you feel abandoned, walk away from who is making you feeling so".

An extract from the first book of a trilogy entitled "One year of love" out in the US at the end of September, that I am currently writing.