Short-story: I Hear It Rain .... (Part 2)
- "Can you imagine what I remembered?" Remember ... Blues Bar, Agnes Franklin and Henry Merrill with "One more kiss, Dear". Remember?
- "Yes ..." - she said, spreading her hands across the couch.
- I did tell you something then - I do not remember, like something about love, but I remember very well how you laughed, slightly tilting your head back, tearing off the veil of dark hair from your shoulders.
- "Do you remember how I tried to smoke your cigar, which smelled so delicious with chocolate?"
- "Yeah ..." You coughed for a long time, "he said, smiling and leaning back in his chair. "What did I tell you? ... I do not remember ... Yes, and probably it does not matter, the main thing is that you listened to me, and I listened to you, not even ... We heard each other, not words, not intonation, but feelings - we heard each other's feelings and saw each other side by side, our dream seemed to come true, albeit for a moment, but real, live, if you want, short, but real. And now? .. After all, nothing has changed, you just think - we're the same, you're still pretty damn good, I seem to be still charming, but we're used to it. You know, it's like a story with the picture that you liked so much, and we still bought it, but after a couple of weeks you stopped noticing it.
She got up and went back to the window, he again lit, breaking for a moment the reign of silence crackling cigarette. Strange, but for some reason it was not annoying at all, once irritating the smell of tobacco.
- "Maybe that's what people call:" start over from the beginning. " Maybe that's what we need now - close our eyes and open them again. In the end, can you fall in love with me again?
Silence ... Silence, irritated by the crackling of the cigarette and soothing the rhythm of the autumn rain. Silence that makes you want to miss and wander in the darkness of the labyrinth of your own soul. Silence through the darkness, which breaks the cry of feelings, the cry of love, struggling with pride, anger and just human stupidity, capable of destroying the strongest and purest love in the universe ...
- "Maybe you can call?" - through a quiet cry, quietly screaming from anguish, very innocently and childishly she asked .....
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For a very long time, and probably too long, she asked the same question when she talked with him in her thoughts about the autumn rain. And there was not such a distance that would prevent him from talking to him, and there was so much time to forget him and not regret the great human stupidity that broke them in an instant, destroying the eternity of feelings. And he, he seemed almost real to him, and his voice was as real as breathing like freshness from an open window. And maybe she would have believed, but ... the silence, treacherously reminded of the autumn solitude.