"Иногда важно уметь говорить, потому что и в молчании – нет большого смысла." ©
Some girl is chasing him. Saying she just wanna talk, but he don't wanna hear what she's going to say. Just not in the mood to listen. Somehow I'm thinking that this girl is me.
So, she's following him, saying that she won't be following if he just talk to her. But she does and enteres his home.
He is very tired and gets upset seeing her, but doesn't trying to drive her away. He just moves two sofas separete (one for her, anouther for him) and lies down to sleep, covering himself with a coverlet.
In couple of seconds I find myself sleeping in this room. I feel them both, she's in couple of meters far and he is very close.
I see his coverlet and searching for his hand to hold it and we are crossing our fingers very tight.
Somehow I know that he draged me into his sleep.
It's dark.
I'm awake with a touch on my breasts. Trying to figure out who is next to me cuz taste of this energy I don't know.
But I don't mind.
So, when lights on, I'm finding myself completely nacked with some emo/goth guy.
He asks me to wear off my jewelry cuz it cuts, and sticks his fingers into me.
I don't like his touch, not exciting at all.
He says that this place of me is kinda used. Gets up saying that he has no... I get that he was talking about condoms and ask him to search for them in my backpack. He finds two. Returns to me.
And in this moment I understand that I don't want him. At all. And ask him to leave.
When he leaves Elisson enteres the room.
I don't recognise him, he looks different. Most of time now he hides in different shapes and I don't see his face, I just feel him.
We talk, and for a moment I see his usual face. That makes me happy.
And we just go to bed and lie down together to sleep, I'm next to him.
He's back.