It's already dark, the moon is shining through the window. Everyone in the hovel is sleeping except me. The numbers carved in stone appear before my eyes again. And with it memories. Nasturcja once told me that I have two birth dates. And he intends to celebrate them both. She talked to me about everything possible. Just so I wouldn't think about wasted time, my friend in my boyfriend's arms. Friends who kept telling me, don't be surprised. You were a vegetable for such a long time. Why don't you want to see them. I'll be there too. You would leave him alone. He doesn't love you anymore. You're about to ruin their relationship. Please forgive them. Nasturtium accidentally heard this. She was furious about it. They no longer wrote to me at all. Although I have sent them messages. I tried. To say she had a hand in it is a huge understatement. So I was left to watch the whole group once again brag about their pizza meeting online. Out of uncontrollable grief, I deleted my accounts everywhere. So that I no longer think about what I lost. In the name of solidarity, the sister did the same. And then she urged me to put them back on, at least incognito something. After all, you must not cut yourself off from the outside world. So now my photo has been processed by artificial intelligence. As an animation character with red hair. And the orange sisters.
Actually, I don't remember if she added any reports or photos since I woke up. She always loved to show her friends all her joy. And now it's like she wasn't there. She has changed a lot. She spends more time with me than with her friends, whom she was surrounded by always and everywhere. She hasn't even been to a single concert all summer.
I once asked her how they lived without me. Because they were a bit overwhelming for me. There were parents and sister everywhere. I had no respite. Because there were doctors, a rehabilitator and an unfortunate psychiatrist waiting in line. She growled at me furiously and told me not to return to the past. They had to have life for those fourteen months.
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Mystery / ThrillerHey, remember the story of Edward and Bella? Me, yes! And it even inspired me to write. Drowning in snow, out of breath and hope. Teenager named after flower. She woke up in a world that was no longer the same. After a mysterious event that left onl...
