That which we believed

Part 53

Even if the road between us is destroyed, then we will fly, see you in another place. Maybe it would be better or worse, who knows. But we'il be together. We'il laugh, We'il cry, we'il be happy. I love you. ' '

That was all sorry I read it. Tears one after one shed under my eyes. I tried to breath, but the pitiful sounds were leaving my lips. Head to the window and closed my eyes. I dreamed I imagined the moment I was going to have my eyes on his face again. Everything seemed so real, like it was happening to me. I was a strange picture myself. A million tears ran from my closed eyes, and a little smile was trying to sneak up on my face. From time to time I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Staring in the distance, and I closed my eyes again.

You woke up from the same quake I went through at the beginning. Arrived. I took out my luggage and drove off the length of the airport, looking for some taxi. It looked so weird. There was a huge cement space designed to landing the planes. It was so perfectly clean that there was no trace of snow. I did not find a taxi, so I decided to ask the passengers the number of one.

I saw a woman, I thought I was kind and slowly stepped toward her. She was so beautiful. The Russi and curly hair were curled on her shoulders, and the white and leather were perfectly blended with the blue shade of her eyes.

-Excuse me:-I pat her on the shoulder:-You accidentally know the number of a taxi:-I asked smiling warmly.

-Yes:-her voice was like an angel. ......... you're welcome:-You handed me a little piece of paper that had some numbers.

-Thanks:-I got my eyes on her, and I didn't let the smile walk out of my face.

-You're welcome, my girl:-you laughed, pushing your hand through my hair.

I turned around and I got to call the number. Minutes later, a bright yellow car, stopped in front of me, urging me to come up.

-For Where:-asked, politely the driver.

I told him the address that Miss Bagshaw gave me. The streets were covered in snow. Everything was so beautiful and tidy. The car parks were surrounded by iron chains and there were about a metre distance between them. The trees were towering in height though the branches of most of them were crushed. The buildings were high and the houses were still double-decker.

-here:-said the taxi, stopping the car in front of a large block.

I paid and slowly moved on to the entrance. The place was quite a rebuttal to my expectations. The inside was tidy and perfectly clean. There were all kinds of furniture that seemed intact. The reception was found directly opposite to me and the place was occupied by a short-haired brionette. She was wearing a blue shirt, but the so-called wall erected between us did not display the rest of her clothing.

-33 Room:-I reported the number...

-On the 2nd floor:-he said, pointing my finger at the elevator.

Her voice was shrill, and the type modest. Her attitude impressed me. The smile, and it seemed to me the bright side of all that I was passing through. Every gesture brings a little bit of good, whether it will be the smile of some random or embrace for which we yearn for years. My thoughts again were to the image and behavior of Harry. Stop! I was driving myself. The moment I will cross the threshold of my new room, the moment I will forget about everything and everyone, I will start my life from the beginning. I smiled trying to get my home a decent and memorable start. I walked into the elevator, but suddenly my legs trembled. I forgot about my country phobia. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes. Naturally I pressed the button on which the number 2 was painted. I felt my legs underfoot, and the body was stomping. I really don't understand what the reason is that there are no ladders, or maybe...... but as I always learn things at the last minute.

My roomwas pink. The layout of the furniture was quite strange. In the right end, thesmall kitchen is found, along with a grease and three chairs. There was a hugedesk, and a little on the left of it was located my bed. Left edge wasempty. I didn't like this, or inparticular, I didn't feel comfortable in such a setting. I would have doneeverything in my power to make me feel at home. I tied my hair and dressed some homemade clothes.I started by moving the furniture and even them spread around the room. I fixedthe curtains and cleaned the floor. When I sat down to enjoy the finishedresult, I looked at the holes in the wall.