Then you probably first thought that all is well. You are pretty noisy company sat in Sportbar for Butcher, drinking beer and something a bit stronger, remembering funny stories from the category of those who are always there in the glove compartment of memory each, laughed a lot. Negative is not remembered, conspired, that strike her from my memory for good, will leave at the mercy of reporters and writers, if they ventured to write their biographies. Sitting next to you dear, nice, pleasant and smiling girl, and kept warm for your hand.
Your friend just remembered another funny story. So vividly described in pictures and images. The girl laughed, openly and sincerely, almost throwing her head back. Charter laugh, you put her head on your shoulder and looked into your eyes. Gently so looked with love.
The guy who sat opposite, and with a smile, sipping cheap beer, then slyly glancing at the speaker, the translation is very appreciative glance at you. You turned to the girl. . Suddenly you kissed, parted with your hand stroking her knees ... ...
- Stop. ..
- But I want you ... - hoarse whisper ...
- And your friends ...
You recoiled. Leaned back on the sofa, on which you sat. Squinted. You looked at the girl. Tapped on the table. It did not help. Arose. Put on your jacket. Patted pockets, checking the availability of cigarettes. Apologized. Under the pretext of "smoke" out into the street.
Assure everyone that not long Large, soft flakes of snow fell on the capital. Not the first - in November, has already once dropped out, but certainly early. Was coming December. This was especially noticeable in the orange light of street lamps. In fact, as painted this light snowflakes. The fact that they have not melted away, falling to the ground. The fact that the street was slowly transformed into a reflecting any light white mirror.
You walked away from the door. Squatted. Lit a cigarette. You remembered a girl who is waiting for you there, inside. Your heart was disgusting.
Then you remembered her.
She did not come. And why? That you still think about her, but she certainly has forgotten you. Forgotten the fact that she traded on your feelings. You still can not forget that its the phrase: "You're drinking almost every day, I'm from you do not refuse ... And you can not forgive me my little drawback ..." You are then quipped that a drug addiction - is not "small disadvantage". For which you received an immediate slap in the face. Serves you right. You did not do anything that could ... You had something else to help her ... You are to blame for the fact that it has come to this ... And let all your friends to a man asserting to you that you did the right thing, but ... You are again reminded of the one that waited for you inside. "No, she is good, true and sweet and lovely" - you tried to translate thoughts into another channel. It turned ugly in the extreme. Most did not, to be exact. At the head is still stubbornly climbing it with his farewell tirade, and even the warmth of her hands at the time of slaps. And their only talk after the meeting. She had just handed you the keys of the apartment. You just took them and asked: "Do you even ever loved me?" And she just simply replied: "no." You then said something like "okay", you turned and walked away. You reached at the beginning of the bridge passing over the rails, then to its mid-and long looked down on the way. Then you remembered that this is a favorite local bridge suicides, and if you let go.
Now, sitting on Butcher Street and lighting a cigarette, the third in a row, you realize that noway. Do not let go. Then you put out his cigarette on your own hand. As if in a spasm frowned and clenched your teeth, tears rolled down your cheeks. It would like to burn. But the physical pain you have long been very sensitive ... On the street out your friend. He raised you from squatting position, took the side of the road - closer to the wall of the bar. Long shook your shoulders and said some clever nonsense. And why it all could not cope with emotions. Then you could not restrain himself and cried out in the snow-star in the Moscow sky ill. When you are more or less recovered and was able to adequately assess the situation, I realized that your friend, as always around to understand. Others, apparently, has already departed from the bar to go home.
-Well, come a little bit?
You could only nod his head, desperately trying, to put it in order.
-Home? - Asked a friend.
No, - you are forced out of myself - I am a little stroll ... on the street ...
-Excellent, then we will walk, - he agreed - how about Tierra del water?
You have again managed to nod your head. Although, to be honest with you, and before that managed to gain fairly. You were drunk. That is why once again remembered her. That is why the thought that more plainly did not survive, despite the time elapsed since the last call. That's why everything was so badly. You were drunk, and it is fully justified and cigarettes, and arm, and has resurfaced as thoroughly hunted inward emotions. And you and a friend both knew that the only way - is to gain even more. Soft snow would fill almost the entire surface of the street, if not trampled down bald spots near the wall Sportbar and a distance. And it just started to work on in order to eliminate this nuisance.