The sun was hanging a few centimeters above the horizon and in the air one could smell a forthcoming evening moisture. 'For the last time I went there where we used to meet together' - it was clinking in my ears. I opened slightly the door leading to the wooden house. I went up the stairs. The last sun rays were getting through a big, damaged balcony lightening entire second floor of the building. On the wall I noticed dark red blurred handprint. There was nobody. I put on the glasses... [...] We sat down next to each other on the balcony. Through the barrier we were watching the orange pouring the sky, talking. [...] I didn’t hear what we had been talking about, I wasn’t interested in it, from that point of view we seemed to be happy. [...] At some point I felt someone’s presence. I noticed a motion from the angle of my eye. A curved face jumped up straight in front of me. I jumped back and started running away. Unclear curves and piercing black eyes were blending my way of escape. I couldn’t see where I was running to. The time had stretched. Suffocated by a frightening phenomena I was falling down. Swaying I snapped the glasses of my face. [...] I felt slight as if I was floating a few millimeters above the ground. Introduced in the happiness I analyzed everything slowly and precisely. [...] I know.
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