Ливень

Beginning of the end

All people are the same. They all strive to find the perfect husband or wife, live their own stupid stereotypes that money can't buy happiness. They hate people who are somehow different from them, they envy people that they succeed in something. Human society is simply disgusting. I hate to see their faces, I hate even to feel their presence . They are all rotten, with nothing left in their hearts but hypocrisy and filth. They're just disgusting.I hate going out in public places, they smell like rotten people's hearts. But I have to do it, because I can't upset my mother. Our father jumped off the roof, unable to withstand the pressure from his colleagues. After his death, my life became like a rotten Apple in the rain that fell from a tree before it was plucked by a man. All days are like one, school, cafe, home. The only things I love are : rain, cafe "Downpour" and my mother. Let's not talk about the past. At the moment, I'm going to the store to buy food for dinner. I have $ 50 with me, plus my savings, which is about$120. I can go to The downpour on the way back. At least some good news for today.I'm not really in a hurry to get home, my mom probably fell asleep, so I have about 2 hours. I'm already entering the cafe. When you open the door, the bells start ringing, brings back memories, huh. I haven't been here in a week, but the smell of caramel latte mixed with green tea still lingers. The only thing that's changed here is a curly-haired guy in a white turtleneck and a bardic cardigan . I can't help but say that it wasn't unattractive. Curls fell carelessly over his brown eyes, and he held a Cup of coffee in his long, elegant fingers. It didn't smell rotten. It smelled like an autumn morning, a Cup of coffee, a chocolate doughnut from the bakery near the house... He smelled kind and caring... I've never met anyone like him before. I was thinking about something. We will never meet, because I am sure that only when he sees me , he will run away with his tail between his legs. And so it always is.As usual, I ordered tea with oregano and Charlotte. This guy... Somehow, it draws my gaze like a magnet... I would very much like to ask his name, but alas, I know that he will be afraid of me. I don't look my best. There were bags the size of a Mariana trench under my brown eyes, and my unkempt black hair was tangled under a red cap. Ridiculously dressed glasses, and a huge plaid shirt. Yeah, not the best view for a blind date. I stared at him for about three minutes, but for some reason he only noticed me now. I turned away from him awkwardly. Damn, I hope he didn't notice that I was staring at him... Oh, he seems to be coming this way... Rest in peace Gretta..."Hello! I noticed you were looking at me... Is there something on my face?"Hell, he'd noticed. This is bad, but... his optimism just makes my heart flutter, and his velvety voice calms every cell of my body... And up close, its smell is even more distinct.The guy hesitated a bit, but then said,"Um, can I sit down? My name is Finn, and you...?""I'm Gretta. You can call me Gretta""Okay Gretta, can I ask what you're doing here all alone?»With this phrase our friendship began... Every day he came here, and every day I learned something new about him. For example, that he likes black things, but hates black color, because it is too dark for his bright soul. Or that his favorite dish is katsudon*, but he rarely eats it, because there aren't many places in Vancouver with good Japanese cuisine.(Primas'. katsudon is a delicious combination of fried pork cutlet, eggs and rice.)Or that his favorite time of year is spring, because the blooming of the buds reminds him of the blooming of human souls. With each new fact about Finn, my feelings for him thrived every day, like an Apple tree in spring. I love every inch of his body. His brown eyes radiating only joy and kindness, his dark brown curls carelessly falling over his face, his soft and elegant fingers that you want to take and never let go. I like his velvety voice, soothing me every time I hear it. I like it completely and completely. No, even so, I love him with every part of my soul.But he didn't come today. My heart began to ache treacherously, what if something had happened to him? What if he got caught in traffic or was robbed? And if something worse... No, I can't think about it. But my feet were already racing to find him. I remember that he told me that he liked to go out on the roof of a huge office building in the center.When I arrived, a crowd of people gathered around the building. I had all sorts of ideas, but I didn't want to believe them. I didn't want to lose him, too. When I pushed through the crowd I saw him... His bloodied body lay on the ground... I ran to him as fast as I could."No, no, no, no. Don't leave me, Finn!""I'm sorry Gretta... I hope you and I will be happy in our next life..."I will never forget his radiant smile... His ringing laugh that warms the soul... His warm and gentle eyes...I'll never forget you, Finn...