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The last seven days.

It's only been seven days since the last conversation.  Just one week, yet the world stood at the top. Even in our wildest dreams, we would not have been bold enough to do what actually happened in reality. It's only been a week..But my life has fallen into tiny pieces. The stable foundation that I strengthened for years collapsed, and the fortress built on it also became a prey to nature. It's only been a week ... but the castle has gone to waste. The castle that tried to allow the stability of my mind..collapsed.  It's only been a week...but I died.  However after that I was reborn.- Today started as an average day—already if it is possible to call my days average.-I got out of the hot captivity of my bed boringly and my way to the bath was where I did my morning routine.  After that, I put on the selected clothes and set off for the bus station, ready to go. The wind was blowing hard and it was raining. It was a cold autumn morning. The fog soon covered everything and the horizon blurred. Even though the sun was shining, we were unable to see it. The mistery fog did not permit the suns last dying lights come between us. Thirty minutes later, I was already walking in front of the Grammar School when an icy, dominant touch was held my free wrist. My eyes sparkled with tears from the fear and surprise, making me unable to see anything. My body obediently submitted to the dominance of touch and moved  helplessly by the "kidnapper."  Minutes later, my back slammed against the stone wall and a multitude of icy fingers touched my face. Moments later, a hot, familiar breath clung to my neck. It was then when my mind realized the intoxicating scent that it had noticed so many times before. That's when the picture came together...which was only confirmed by the soft file sound. "But why did you ask me...?" He spoke with a mysterious organ.. and he whispered the words sensually on my skin, exactly in the area of ​​my neck stroke.-This time, answer honestly...- To the margin of his words, he gave on a feverish, hot kiss on my skin... To my heart, it stopped its work in the prison of my chest and my crimson fluid of life stopped flowing for a fleeting moment, but after a while my vital parameters worked in a superhuman gallop. It's only been a week since...now I died in his arms. The cold raindrops were hitting both of our faces and the rain flowed down our faces without stopping. However, this did not stop him in his actions..soaked in the rain he kissed my lips with his lips which was made sweeter by the horroristic weather. It's only been a week...and no more. Time has stopped. Because the world was set on fire. It was on fire...and we burned in each other's arms to a dust that was scattered by the wind. Only seven days passed. The last seven days. -Friedrich Egmont Lizander.