Jamala and Sergey - You before me

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»15 years before« Jamala's Point of view:
I was running through the park,the fastest way to get home by such a strong rain. My eyes were looking straight away towards the way i had to go,my clothes and my hair were soaking, the music academy was giving me lessons till 6 am. Anyways, i was running faster and faster till someone bumped into me. It wasn't someone slim,but thick either. Rather said i felt muscles. I fall on the muddly floor, my clothes are all dirty and i look worse than before.How great. „Can't you look where you are goin-", he stopped his sentence when i looked up straight into his eyes. Those wonderful brown eyes i could melt from everytime i would see them. I keep on looking at him, till he starts to talk again. „I..I am sorry i wasn't looking where i was going..", he helps me up and i could feel for the first time his soft skin on mine. „It's ok..". I look at my dirty clothes, how am i going to walk home like that?, i start to shiver and he notices it. He imidiatly takes his jacket off and puts it on my shoulder, i smile timidly at his cute gest. „I am Sergey", his voice was so soft. „Susana..if you excuse me i have to go now..", i blush and i am about to run again till he grabs my arm. I look again into his eyes, it's getting even darker and the way is even less visible. „Let me bring you home, i don't want you to get lost because of me.", he looks at me with a worried look on his face. All i did was noding so he could follow me on the way. „You live here?", his voice was a little more than a whispering. I guess he was...timid?, „Yes, i am just coming from the arts academy", i giggle timid. He smiles softly, „So you want to be a singer?", i smile back. „Yes, i really love jazz", he looks at me and laughs. „I don't like jazz at all." I look at him and giggle, „Oh my god, it's the best genre ever". He laughs more and nods no, „It makes me sleep". I roll my eyes and smile amused, „What genre do you like then?", he smiles proudly and starts talking with a proud and confident tone of voice, „Pop music is the best.", i sigh and giggle „Here we have the next pop music singer aka Sergey Presley". He bursts out laughing, „Well atleast i am not the second Amy Whinehouse.", the rain stops and i notice that we are allready infront of my Building. „Ok Presley, thank you for bringing me home". I giggle softly and smile at him, he smiles back. „It was great to meet you", he winks at me and i could feel the butterflies inside my stomach worse than ever. I look at him and blush. He comes upstairs to the Buildingdoor and puts a small sheet of paper into my hand. „Call me when you need anything or if you want to talk", i smile timid. „Thank you", that 'thank you' was almost a whispering. I open the door and with the last time looking at him and walk into the building.
I go upstairs totally in my thoughts."Am i in love? No Susana you can't.", I think about his face and about his beautiful brown eyes. I enter my small appartment and look at the sheet of paper in my hand, i notice that his jacket is still on my shoulders. I look at it and smell timidly on it, it smells exactly like him. I sit down on the sofa smiling and snuggle into his jacket, my hair and my clothes are still soaking but all i care about right now is his smell. Of course i could call him tomorrow but i was too embarrassed to. „What if he has allready a girlfriend?", i shake my head and hide my face in his jacket. One hour goes by and i notice that i still have to shower and change my clothes. I walk into the bathroom and take my soaking clothes off, i go into the shower and let the hot water go over me. „What if he doesn't want you because you are crimean?", i stare the wall and start to imagine how his lips would feel like. Probably soft and they would fit perfectly with mine. I go out of the shower into my bedroom, i change into my old but comfortable pijamas and lie down on my bed. I fall asleep with the thoughts about him.