The storm was coming. The dark blue starless sky above the city was gradually clouded with black clouds. Occasionally, lightning flashed over the roofs of nine-story buildings and a couple of times came the rumble of thunder.
The black Panamera stopped in the driveway. Steam rose from its shiny surface. The evening lights reflected off the chrome wheels. The Windows were tinted and so Alex could not see who was in the car. Not that he cared.
Everyone thought the guy was preoccupied with the others. On the iPhone screen, he studied the laughing face of a classmate who hadn't been online in three hours. Two of his messages were unread, as well as in the instagram direct. The last post was just three hours ago-Julia took a picture of her slender hips in the cabin of some car and it was not her father's "Toyota".
Have them with Julia were excellent relations, but sometimes, times in month or two, in it as if was possessed by demon and she could gap. Followed by the showdown and fight for at least a week. After Julia became kind and sweet, again pleased parents and teachers exemplary behavior and good grades.
Alex hid the phone in his pocket — he was not any good. All classmates long slept and even to communicate was not with whom. Mothers he lied to, that is gone to spend the night to Vitke, promised well themselves to wage and of course with morning go in school — began a new quarter of.
Vitek himself sent him a crazy smile in response to a photo of a bouquet of white roses, which Alex bought in the subway.
"Are you sick?"that was the friend's reply. “She's out walking, and you're dragging flowers to her like a heel!".
— ” The last time this " - responded Lyosha in telegram. “"I'll try to say not to walk, if not, then goodbye!".
"Aha, I know your goodbyes!” — Vitek sent guaraldi smile and disappeared.
Alex pulled the hood deeper on his head. Although he stood under the canopy, but the warm wind still blew there drops of autumn rain and forced to shiver. In the large square courtyard of the new building, the Windows were gradually extinguished. It was long past midnight. The rose leaves he clutched in his fist behind his back were wet, and when he took them out to shake his hand, he could not help but stare at the large, glistening drops that slid over the delicate white buds and dark green leaves. Raindrops rained down on the flagstones and the streetlights sparkled in the spray.
He didn't know why he was doing it. Why is worth waiting for. Apparently the belief that all they have is Julia going to be okay, that it will cease to disappear, forced to cling to the thread that still connected them. Still held good memories. The years spent together. In which there was much joy and love. Joint trips to all sorts of cottages, birthdays.
Time passed and apparently ran out completely. Gradually she began to move away. She was no longer so happy around him, and meetings became less frequent.
Lyosha felt for the pack in his pocket. The entire evening why something not pulled quit Smoking, and now very wanted. He took out one cigarette and flicked the lighter for a while, the wind constantly blowing out the fire, preventing him from lighting it. At last he inhaled the bitter smoke of Parliament, and his eyes watered. A lump rose in her throat. The Panamera never left. His engine was barely audible. Smoke billowed from the exhaust. The shivering caused raindrops to roll down the shiny black surface, leaving wet tracks. From the cabin came the bass hum of a sub.
Finally the door opened and made there withdrew Yulka. She was wearing a short black dress and high heels, which further elongated her slender bare legs. As always, have Lyosha intercepted breath, when he saw its such dressed up.
Julia put her hands to her face with a visor, protecting her painted eyelashes, and ran to the entrance, clicking her heels. Alex immediately threw the cigarette into the wet grass and handed the bouquet to her friend.
The hospital room was quiet. Just barely audible hissing of the ventilator. The black pleated sleeve rose and fell. The lights were dimmed. Lesha's eyes were closed. A tube is inserted in the mouth. Her shoulder-length blond hair lay on a snowy pillow. His handsome, thin face was even more haggard. There was a bruise on his cheek. On the forehead — a small gauze bandage. There were shadows under his eyes. Her plump lips were dry and cracked.
Julia squeezed his hand with her own and put her head on them. She couldn't remember how long she'd been sitting there. She inhaled the scent of his fingers, mingling the familiar scent of his skin with the sharp Tang of hospital drugs. Time passed slowly and she dozed off, just like that, sitting on the chair next to the bunk, reclining, her cheek pressed against his palm.
"How long will she be there?" one young nurse whispered to another.
"Who knows? Always have these youngsters all awry! "they stood outside the door of the ward in the corridor and occasionally peered through the crack.
— The guy is anything but! the nurse chuckled. - A that, modicum and in a coma, can be and with so to live!
The guy was falling into the abyss. The fall itself began from a sharp blow to the head. Pain shot through his temple like lightning. Everything spun before my eyes. The overturned black sky, the sparse shining Windows, the plafonds of dim lanterns mingled with the clusters of water that slowed their dance in the atmosphere. Alex saw in them the reflection of their eyes. The big black face floated sideways, and the brown paving slabs, covered with a layer of cold water, rushed in. And he dived into it.
The bright silver light of the myriad stars merged into a shining space. His eyes were dazzled by flashes, flashes, and the flickering of vague black shadows. With the exhalation, it ended abruptly. Time stood still in the darkness.
Alex felt weightlessness and cold wind. He opened his eyes.
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