Goodbye

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I've always loved to look at you. Whatever emotion is on your face: joy, anger, irony ... even sadness. But for some reason, recently, this feature has been permanently nested on your face. I see something has happened, Shadow. I would like to help, but I know that you will not even talk about the reason. It's hard to see your suffering and, unable to at least somehow ease them, just watch how you turn into a walking skeleton. But maybe this is how the weather affects you so much? Yes, autumn rains, slush, puddles ... It is difficult to remain cheerful under such conditions. Of course, I can not judge you for this: your world is your rules, your mood, your life and so on ... but is it really the only one that I do not enter into it ..? It's hard for me to look at you when you walk next to me, trying not to look me in the eye. And I ... I, like a fool, just go alongside and keep quiet. And why do I always run after you? But now I understand what was Amy. It seems to be at arm's length, at any moment you can touch, touch. But one indifferent look as if erecting between us an indestructible wall. Although I understand that this is pointless, I sighed heavily and moved on. Maybe I should not have walked with you in vain? Although, this obsession can not be called. I just followed you, without even trying to speak. Was I afraid to break the silence and this delicate balance of ostentatious politeness between us? No, it would be much easier for me if you stopped, yelled at me, hit me in the end ... But this uncertainty is the worst. Someone would have seen me now, would not have believed that I was following you along the streets, like the last idiot. I would like to know what, or who you are thinking about right now. Well, we're here. Now we part. I do not know, maybe forever.
– All right ... -I dare say you at least one word, but it was shut up by yours ...
- Goodbye, - you leave. No, wait, I will not let you go! I run to you, I embrace and feel the blood flowing to my head, leaving a flush on my cheeks. It's getting terribly hot. And you just stand like a pillar. There are no your hands on my back, no resistance, no response. Are you waiting until I finish? And I only press my body harder, but suddenly I realize that you do not need it. Well, okay.

Goodbye.