Primitive Man

Chapter 8: Two dreams

Gundo gently gazed at her sleeping son, his innocent face illuminated by the flickering glow of the bonfire. As the mesmerizing dance of shadows played across the walls, Gundo's thoughts went back through the hallway of time, to a meaningful chapter of her life.

"I still remember those days, when you were just a baby," She fondly recalled a time when the idea of motherhood hadn't even crossed her mind.

The concept of raising children seemed distant and bothering, much like the faint outline of a distant mountain peak. Gundo had been a woman of ambition, her thoughts leaned more toward making medicine and finding new things rather than taking care of infants.

And the man she had eloped with, well, he was more of a companion on her wild escapades rather than someone she had imagined sharing a family with.

"When did I even meet that man, I can't properly remember. Maybe it's because he used to be attracted to me that I decided to elope with him, I honestly didn't feel anything for that man, unlike someone else here," She thought as her eyes went back to her beloved son.

It was as if life had been a tapestry painted with shades of indifference until the day Garnt had arrived. The memory of his birth etched itself upon her soul, vivid and beautiful.

The pain of labour had been fierce, a fierce storm that wracked her body, but within that tempest lay a revelation that would forever change the course of her existence.

In the middle of the difficult situation, a loud cry filled the air. The cry was so pure and real that it touched Gundo's heart deeply. She held a tiny, delicate being in her arms. At that moment, Gundo saw something beyond what she could have ever imagined.

It was her child, her own flesh and blood, a wonderful creation of life.

With the tenderness of a new dawn, Gundo's indifference shattered, replaced by a cascade of emotions that surged through her being. She began to grasp the profound depths of love, a love that transcended words, that defied the confines of her once-ambitious spirit.

Garnt had become the bridge upon which her world pivoted, the centre of gravity around which her existence revolved.

[She is an idiot, don't you think? She lost her family because of her wrong priorities. Look at her eyes, they have no happiness or excitement, Seeing her is enough to give me conniption]

Garnt didn't know how to answer Eva, but he saw how this blond woman kept crying looking at something so he knew Eva was being too harsh on this woman.

"Look! She's not empty, she is crying looking at that thing, Eva, why are you being too harsh on her? This is not like you,"

[Hmm~ you only knew me for two days and you think you know me, you have some guts to assume that, little kid]

Eva looked at the woman, that was holding a photograph of a couple with their daughter, but she quickly ignored it as she went back to her normal way of talking again.

"I know you after all two days are enough for me to tell that you're a good person, after all, you saved me,"

[Naive kid, but I don't dislike that about you. Anyway, it is time for you to wake up, your mother is waiting for you, and remember not to kiss her again since you should only do that with your future partner]

As Eva uttered those words, Garnt's perception of the peculiar visuals began to dissolve, eventually fading into complete darkness. The sensation resembled that of drifting into a dream-like state.

However, this illusion shattered as he slowly reopened his eyes, greeted by the countenance of the woman he had yearned for ceaselessly.

And there she was, none other than Gundo herself, her eyes welled with tears as she gazed at her son rising, getting better from the dangerous wounds he had endured.

"Welcome back, my baby," She said with a smile showing her affection to which Garnt also replied with a faint smile. "I'm home"