《 Pages 》
I again, as usual, leaf through the pages of our diary. Yes, I admit that we are two stupid people, each friend, who decided to record each day, spent together. You promised that the pages of our history, imprisoned in this diary, will not know the end, promised that you will never leave me alone .. but you left. I left one around the world and left him. I never wrote that day. And anyway, I did not write anything else there, because without you there is no life. I'm empty, in me, as if something is missing, but I'm filled with only a burning bitterness of loss. And now it will always be so. I remember your last words before you got into that fucking car: "Wait for me, I soon." But, why do not you take your time? I've been waiting for you for so long, and still believe that this is just a terrible dream. I want to wake up sooner, see you in front of me again, touch you, or even just talk, hear your voice and a contagious laugh. Then, on the operating table, not only you, ... we together fought for your life. I longed to see your beautiful eyes open again. But I saw only a straight line, the beating of your heart, on the monitor screen. This subtle squeak of the device, announcing that our hearts no longer beat in unison, still sounds in my ears. I was told that you said the last breath of my name - "Caleb". Now I promise that my name will also burst out of my mouth, and it will happen soon. Coming closer to the edge of the roof, I last enjoy the view of our city, in which we held our though not long but happy life. I will miss him, and for all who have stayed here.
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A gust of wind picks up the clothes of a guy who flies to the ground with great speed, where his body will spend his time without a soul. And only the wind will hear and take his last word, or rather the name "Olivia." In this world there is only a tattered diary, which will carefully store the record for today. Beautiful ink, only one phrase was output: "I'm going to see you, I'll see you soon." And if you find it, then you can continue and record their history, their meeting, in your imagination. Do everything that would be the pages of their history and did not recognize the end ...