Raye stood alone in the heavy rain. She has been standing there almost for an hour. Her coat was completely wet and hair - too, but she didn't care. The raindrops were falling on her face as tears. People looked at her, but she didn't care. She cared about nothing...
***
Lucy was bandaging her wounded hands. Raye was sadly smiling. And there was nothing except silence.
- What have you done with yourself? – suddenly Lucy asked.
- -Does it matter? – Raye shrugged. – I want you to know, that I want to change everything.
- - You will never bring the past back. It is impossible.
- - No. Don't say so! We will go again all this way from the beginning. And this time everything will be perfect. Just trust me. Trust again in my love! – Raye was begging. Her voice turned to whisper. And so many pain was in it. But Lucy turned and left Raye weeping on her knees. ..
***
Raye adored Lucy. No matter how many times they argued, no matter how many times she was suffering because of her. She was still loving her.
Raye was a poet and a guitarist. Lucy was a pianist and an artist. Raye was impetuous, testy and romantic at the same time. She has always hated herself, but as strong as she hated her imperfect, as she said, pale face, black curly hair(which she cut to look as Willey Wallo – Lucy's favourite rockstar) and dark eyes, she loved Lucy. Everything in her: from smile to view. From lips to nose. Raye was jealous of Lucy to everyone. And Raye's mood was changing everytime. Raye was a living fire. Lucy was a serene water surface. Much calmer. More reasonable and, of course, - colder. Lucy liked to hide her emotions and no one could see her feelings. She wasn't as tall as Raye. She has long waivy hair and she always wore glasses. She was thin and slight and ate a little. That made Raye to protect her. But Lucy has never cared much about her admirer's protection.
***
Something happened. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Lucy heard a doorbell ringing and opened the door. Raye was staying in the corridor. She was in a t-shirt and in summer jeans without a jacket. She was quaking with cold. Lucy let her enter the flat. Raye has never felt so bad. Her body was burning like in agony, her brain wasn't working and she could see only whiteness around her. Lucy didn't ask any questions. She spent the whole night beside Raye's bad.
- May I hold you? –the artist asked gently. The guitarist nodded. The night was slipping away and took her awful feelings with herself.
- - I love you, - Raye held her sweetheart. – I haven't seen you for ages. We have been at loggerheads so long, but I'm still loving you.
- Lucy kept silence. She knew, that it wasn't beguin or a passion. It was Raye's sore love. Raye's madness. Raye's obsession. ..
Raye left Lucy's flat after the full recovery.
- Can we change anything? – she asked. – I want your love and the whole world is nothing without it.
- We are too different, - Lucy sighed. – However, you remind me myself in the past. I used to despise the life too.
- So why we can't be together? – Raye didn't understand the answer. It was too strange. – Just say that you love me or not and I will know how to deal with it.
- - I don't know, - Lucy hid her eyes. – I don't know if I love you or not...
***
Raye has been ringing her the whole week. But she didn't answer. The brunette called her mobile and home phone too and again and again – no answer. Raye fell into despair. She run outside, through the wall of rain and called Lucy the last time. A guy answered. And it wasn't Lucy's father and she didn't have brothers or cousins ...
The clouds started to back down. The sky suddenly became blue. And the golden sun illuminated everything. It was shining in the puddles and on the roofs. The rainbow outspread over Raye's head. She raised her eyes and let the warm wind blow the raindrops away from her face. She knew, that she would get ill and spent many days in hospital, but she didn't care. At that moment she cared about nothing.
Raye knew for sure, that this day Lucy would find an envelope. There would be three dots there. And five words: «I'm still loving you»...
