NO CHANCE (SHORT STORY)

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The girl in the window. I'll save you, and we with hope to be rescued soon and we together will walk on this the street, despite the frost. Without turning anywhere. And finally, come home. It doesn't matter yours or mine. Just home. Although, perhaps, this is our home now, if all roads lead here.

I hear you screaming. I'm close. I never left. I promised. Why are you crying... Why...

I'm here.

I am here. Here. Here I am.

Here I am.

Don't cry.