Eva walked alone for a long time along bustling avenues and quaint alleys where her gaze wandered. Everything seemed familiar to her. "People speak like her. They look like her," thought Eva. She recognized the gestures and intonations, the subtle resemblance in casual glances. Everything around her seemed beautiful, her own, everything: from the voices of passersby to the horizon line - as if they were speaking to her and filling the void formed in her chest with something hot and pleasantly aching.
The next road led her to a low parapet, somewhere around Eva's waist, behind which a view of trees unknown to her with dark green leaves and a small blue expanse of sea opened up. She looked around: a thin shady alley ran behind her, a little further away - a road along which cars occasionally passed. There were few people around, and Eva decided that this was a good place for a leisurely conversation with her own soul. She rested her elbows on the parapet and stood like that for a long time, gazing at the sea, until it began to get dark.
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RomanceSometimes a minor character disappears from your life and you suddenly realize how little is left in it. Note: Mistakes and vocabulary correction has been provided by the ChatGPT.
